I’m having blogger’s block or something. It feels like every time I want to write something, it doesn’t seem noteworthy enough to share. I think I keep forgetting that this is a blog and not a novel. There is no increasing intensity to climax with a resolution on the end. It’s just life.
Let me rephrase that. This is life.
It’s not a one and done project. It’s continual and, yes, sometimes it’s mundane.
I sometimes I wonder if other people think about their lives as much as I do. I’m constantly examining how things are going. Is this what I expected? Frankly, I don’t remember what I expected, and so I’m not really sure how reality measures up.
We’re about three weeks in on the school year. Or maybe it’s been a little more. I was going to say that we’re catching our stride, but that sort of sounds like we have this whole routine thing down to a predictable science, and all we have to do is get into synch with the clock and we’re all set.
Yeah, that’s not the case.
We have some major changes happening around here. We’re putting our house on the market, and are looking for a new one. Getting this house ready for sale feels like one of the most stressful things I’ve ever done. I keep looking around at all the surfaces that need to be repainted, and I feel like I want to puke…it’s just so much work. Tommy is fixing up our deck with a neighbor, and I’ve been walking around the house with putty, fixing all the little imperfections in the walls before we paint. It’s big. It’s really really big.
Life just never slows down. I remember thinking, in college, that after I finished school that I wouldn’t be so busy. Busy to me at the time was having a paper and a test due in the same week. I still had enough time to go out with my friends, and watch my favorite shows. College Bibi didn’t know what busy was.
So that’s where we are. It feels like we’re in a jumble of keeping up mess, and I don’t know that I have a ton to say about it.
Then again, we did still go see the harvest moon lunar eclipse….