Summer is always a busy time for me, but this summer is making most summers look peaceful by comparison. Several months ago, Mister Soandso and I decided to sell our house. It is a long story made more interesting with liberal application of wine, but we are happy with our new plan for housing which includes but is not limited to the words: building, permits, construction, sub-division, &*^%, and storage unit.
We first started thinking about downsizing (primarily our mortgage payment rather than our square footage) last year and the whole family was largely on board with the notion of reducing the number of our possessions and such things. But as we got past the point of abstraction, it quickly became clear that not everyone was in the same place of boarding the “less is more” train. Continue reading
“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.” ~ Flora Whittemore
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” ~ Dan Wilson, Semisonic
Wednesday night I went for a run and was thinking about the post I planned on writing today. And somewhere along climbing a hill my thoughts suddenly caught my attention like a heaved sidewalk. “What if?” I allowed myself to think. And thus, this post was born from the sting of salt in my eyes, an ache in my quad, and a hole in my heart two years in the making.
Sunday will mark the second anniversary of our contractor walking off our job. He threw a smile over his shoulder and waved just like any of the days before it. But he never came back. Some of that is because we finally issued him the ultimatum of more finished work on our bathroom/bedroom renovation and fewer promises of days on-site. But mostly it was his last day because of a myriad of his choices I am not privy to. All I know is that he made choices, but those choices hurt me and my family.
In 2005, a documentary was released into the wilds of film and humanity’s hearts. It seemed everyone was talking about The March of the Penguins. When I finally watched it, I bawled my eyes out. After all, the film documents the extreme challenges the Emperor penguin face in order to grow into adulthood and repeat the cycle of penguin life. This is a species that has evolved via a careful plan that best protects itself. The males incubate the eggs through the worst weather so that the chicks are mature when the food is most plentiful. Emperor penguins do not deviate from this strategy. At some point, they found what works and that’s what they teach their chicks to do still today. But when things go wrong, many perish. When I think of the cataclysmic effects of say the female Emperors not returning to the males and chicks due to their migratory paths being destroyed…well it just breaks my heart. And yet, I am not so different.