This morning I was out with Rita, and as we were walking back to the house, I saw the wife of the couple we bought the house from driving up. She said “I know yesterday was stressful for you and you’re feeling overwhelmed today so I brought you a Dr. Pepper from Sonic.”
Her kindness and thoughtfulness was more overwhelming than the task of unpacking and I sit here wiping away tears again.
Last night when I went to bed, much later than it should have been, after unpacking probably 20 boxes, I was aggravated that we have so much “stuff”. This morning as I was sitting alone, in the quiet of the morning, reflecting, I thought . . I shouldn’t be frustrated . . I should feel blessed. We do have too much stuff but it isn’t fancy, show off stuff. I look around and the furniture is all “used” in the sense that we bought it from the sellers, we aren’t moving expensive artwork . . though I’m not knocking it if that’s what brings people pleasure. What we moved is yarn, fabric, longarm, sewing machine, spinning wheels – the things that bring me pleasure; things that even if I am not using them at the moment, seeing them make me happy. Yes, I have too much yarn but planning projects, choosing yarn, making my spreadsheets, that all makes me happy.
There’s too much stuff in the kitchen but that’s also the kind of stuff that makes me happy. Canning food is something I love doing. Grinding wheat, making bread .. you can see behind the Dr. Pepper, the wheat grinder is already up and I used it late last night for a loaf of sourdough I started.
I realize we truly are blessed beyond measure when I put the chaos of moving aside for a moment and think about finding this house, Vince agreeing to move here, the wonderful couple who sold the hose, the movers yesterday who were pleasant, considerate of our belongings and appreciative of the lunch I made for them . . and most of all Vince! I can’t get over what an amazing job he has done when I basically wimped out with the packing. He’s had a day to recover from the packing (first part anyway) and loading and now he’s back to being kind and not sounding like he wants to snap my head off! It’s bothering him that I’m here to do the unpacking by myself. It’s mostly MY stuff! I told him not to worry about me. I can unpack one box per day or no boxes per day. I’ll get it done.
Life is good . . and I have a Sonic Dr. Pepper, thanks to a very sweet lady.