Sunday, Sunny Sunday
Today was the kind of day Minnesotans wait all winter for. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the temperature felt warm enough to lay on a beach somewhere. (Not really, but it felt like it.)
When it gets warm like this, Minnesotans pour out of their houses like ants out of a crushed ant hill. We saw our neighbors riding bikes, on motorcycles, walking dogs, jogging in shorts and T-shirts. It’s like everyone knows—instinctively—that another winter is behind us, but you best enjoy the weather, because another one will come (eventually).
We took Scout and Eller down to the lake for the first time since late fall, and they had a blast. Eller especially. It was like he had an extra little “spring” in his step.
The lake is still frozen, but it’s slushy and mushy. (And still totally safe to walk on close to the beach.)
They ran and scampered and slid.
And Eller posed for me, the big, sweet boy.
Once they were sufficiently tired (and my shoes were sufficiently soaked from the melting ice) we came back to house to unload the dogs and change before driving over to our new neighborhood. Our new house is in a subdivision that is surrounded by lots of parks and trails, so thought it would be fun to go on a long walk over there to get to know the area a little better.
We walked around the subdivision and looked closer at all the houses. (I was specifically trying to figure out what kind of window treatments our neighbors have!) We walked from our front porch to the dog park, and it only took 7.5 minutes. Definitely close enough for pre-work trips over there in the mornings on weekdays. (But maybe with just me and Scout. We’ll see if we can rouse anyone else early in the mornings.)
We are so ready and excited to move. Only 3 more weeks!
Quick Share
I am packing up cookbooks (all billion of them), and occasionally I’ll flip one open to see if it’s inscribed. I just had to share this one, scrawled inside Southern Living Easy Entertaining. A prophecy, almost, of what our new home will become… . (Also an exhibit in a long list of evidence proving I was gifted with a wonderful mother.)
Johanna — May your many guests, family and friends find your home a welcome retreat. Good friends, lots of laughter and yummy food, and of course, a bouquet or two of fresh flowers—makes a lovely occasion of every meal. Enjoy your kitchen! I love you, Mother (2003).
(We went by to see the house today. Look for a post later with updated pictures. It is coming along rapidly!)
Bright Sunshiny Day
For three days in a row we’ve had buckets of sunshine. It’s been amazing. Today I actually left my coat in the car after lunch. These are the things you live for in Minnesota.
Things are good around here. I am feeling pretty good; I’d say I’m fully recovered. Our house is coming along (it’s so close now!), and it’s almost spring.
Of course, our house almost being ready means that now we actually have to pack and move, but that is a small hassle for getting out of this tiny rental into our own home. (Although A. and I have already had words over just how many cookbooks one person needs, and do we really need a deep fryer? [He says we do. Ha.])
It’s Tuesday. Lost is on. The sun shines. Hope all is right with you, too.
Writer’s Block
I haz it.
I have about 5 drafts in my Wordpress dashboard — courtship story and a wedded Wednesday and other random things. But I just can’t finish them!
It’s winter and I am ready for the spring– for newness and rebirth and light.
But I’m good — feeling almost totally back to normal (better even), the house construction is clicking along and I have never been so thankful and in love with my husband.
2 Weeks Later
Today I am two weeks post-op.
In some ways it feels like the surgery was forever ago, but my still inability to do simple things like pick something up off the ground or sleep on my side, reminds me that it wasn’t really all that long ago.
The first few days post-op are blurry. That first night it took two nurses to help me out of bed, and it was crazy painful. They want you to walk as soon as possible after surgery to help with healing, but it’s ouchy. Last Sunday, my first night home, I had Aaron wake me up during the night in order to take my pain medicine. But by Tuesday, I was off the prescription pain killers.
I had all of these things I wanted to do while I was recuperating: make a scrapbook from our NYC trip last summer; update my online photography portfolio; get all of my photography-related receipts entered in Excel; read books. And I have done approximately 0 percent of the things on my list. I’ve mostly done a lot of tweeting, watching Pixar movies on Netflix instant and relishing in how awesome the Buffy series was.
I’m trying to not focus on that too much, since after all the point of recovering is to recover, not catch up on my to do list, but still.
I feel so incredibly boring. My days are repetitive. The biggest difference is which dog is going to cuddle with me and cause my feet to fall asleep. (Current snugglers: Scout and Montego.)
I’m ready to go back to work. I’m ready to drive (anywhere!). I’m really ready to vacuum. (But I can’t do that for six weeks!)
But recovering is slow. And it’s (super) cold outside. So it’s okay if I watch another episode of Friends first, right?
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Compassion
