Now the dancing part of the knitter. A comp is coming up this Thursday. I have started the lessons again in preparation for this competition. After being away for a few months for the big changes in my life, now I’m trying hard to get back to those passions of mine that I have enjoyed for years. I will not be able to be as good as I want to be but I can try to do the best I can.
We are going to the game with J. J and Leo haven’t met yet so this is a good opportunity to introduce them to each other. Indians is doing great right now. Hopefuly they will have a good game tonight too. I haven’t been to the game in years but Leo is a big fan of them. He’s been wanting to go and J just happened to suggest it. What good timing.
Had my first lesson in months yesterday and I can feel the pain today. No pain no gain, hopefully I’m gaining a lot from this. 🙂 Really, I have the time to dedicate to dancing now and can give it more attention and focus. A great hobby that provides the mental challenge and the physical demand.
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It’s the laundry, trash, general cleaning day. Weekend was good, laid back and slow paced. Leo made a good dinner and everybody loved it. Brandon said he was amazed that we knew what to cook when I called them in the morning.
That is the difference between having to go to work and staying home for me. I can space out the rest of the chores over the week instead of cramming them all into the weekend. Although we still have to do some food shopping on the weekend – which Leo enjoys doing, we don’t feel hurried and we could take our time deciding what to get.
The days still haven’t slowed down yet. Even though I don’t have a timeline for the things I need to do, the list just doesn’t seem to go down for me. I know that the maintenance chores will cycle back all the time, they will never end. But I was hoping for a sense of control, so far, it hasn’t come yet. I need to learn at a late age how to manage my life and achieve a sense of worth when you don’t hold a job outside the home. I really don’t miss working at all, I just need to internalize the ‘theory’ I know in my head that a ‘house wife’ has her worth maintaining a home instead of a job.
The morning sun really comes in the living room and makes the room hot. Got to get some blinds or curtains not just for the shading but also privacy at night.
The old house has been bugging me all the time now. Every time I have a few minutes to sit down the thought of finishing it up and selling it makes me sick. There are stuff that are just in the way and preventing me from cleaning or moving forward. I need a Brandon that is always there and able to lift the heavy stuff for me.
The weekend is coming up, maybe I can ask for some help and move forward a bit. May enter the ballroom competition that’s coming up at the end of the month. I don’t know if I’ll have the time to practice enough for it though.
Indecision or unable to move forward is driving my crazy.
It’s an overcasting day, but still nothing beats the view out the enormous windows. The swan is cleaning its feathers across the lake too. He’s slightly out of sight of the picture. Benny and Tido both are clunked out currently.
Going to get the haircut later today finally. It was bothering me the whole time we were in San Fran.
Although I’ve moved into this place for almost a month now, the rhythm is still not setup yet. However, the urge to write is back. There is a need to go inward and reflect. And this setting is perfect for it. The view of water always puts me in a meditative mood.
I finished a pair of socks on the trip too! The ride on Highway 1 was so scary that I tried to focus on knitting instead and was able to finish the pair in a couple of days. Record speed.
Yes, it was very scenic but the ride was like a rollercoaster ride with your heart held in your mouth when you get tossed left and right not knowing if there is a car or a big truck coming around the corner at you or not. When the driver adds vocal acclamation when he slammed on the break also didn’t help either. 🙂
Living as a married couple is certainly a challenge to me. After spending almost 10 days with each other every minute of the day, it’s starting to get on your nerves and a test of patience is certainly trying for both. Merging of two lives is certainly not an easy task.
Been a while since the trips started. First Vegas then San Francisco. Taken a lot of pictures on the trip. And they are fabulous!
It sure feels good to be back home. Still don’t think this is home yet, kind of miss my old dirty house. But life is different now.
Not having to go to work in the morning is certainly a big plus and makes all the difference in how I feel about the day. I think I have an easier time waking up in the morning knowing that I don’t need to rush to work. And I actually accomplish more things than even now. The day after a 10 days trip, I’ve washed all the dirty clothes instead of waiting for the weekend and feeling depressed to spend the day doing laundry.
Benny wasn’t a good dog while we were gone. He peed and pooed in the basement. Got to get hime back in the rhythm again. Took him for a hair cut also and he looks much better now. It is so good to see Manfred too, I actually missed him!
I can’t belive there are so much to do in the day. Can’t understand how I managed when I was working. I am filling the day with so much running around, how DID I manage before with two kids!! I don’t know.
The old house still needs work, throwing junk out and cleaning. It’s depressing. Still need to stop the darn paper there too. It takes at least 3 phone calls to transfer the delivery and they are still delivering the paper at the old house. I picked up 4 old paper today on the drive way. sigh!
It’s going to take some time to get used to this new life. I imagine this leisurely life that I can do the things I like to do but instead I’m running around doing chores all day. Sandy is right, it’s not going to slow down when you don’t have a job, it’s busier! L said we’ll probably eat out most of the time, but when we are home, I still feel obligated to cook dinner. Maybe I’ll get out of that old thinking about what a “house wife” is supposed to do. I don’t think I’ll be a good “house wife” anyway.
