Warning : laurel resting ahead

I am such a perfect domestic goddess that I have paused amongst the packing to bake muffins for my family.

It has nothing to do with this …

laurels, people, laurels.

Packing for the country

Box count : 10.     

Sometimes I feel as though I am enacting a scene from Funny Farm, but as I make yet more lists, and think of more jobs to be done before moving day, I try to push any sneaking anxieties out of my mind. Got to get the doubting voices under control!

Resting on my laurels again tonight as I reached the magical target of 10 boxes packed. It has all been fragile glass items, and I have been using tea towels, hand towels, and bubble wrap. The bubble wrap ran out on box number 9, so it was finished off with items from the kitchen drawers, and box number 10 was filled with the slow cooker and other small kitchen appliances. Is this all thrilling you?

There is some challenge in working out what will fit with what in a box, a little like a puzzle, to make the best use of space – and my effort. As soon as I start to not care, I stop and have a cup of tea and a sit to ponder whether I am enacting Funny Farm (there is more than a little personality similarity between Andy Farmer and Mr FD, which is a worry). Then the back ache subsides and the catholic guilt crowds in and so I go back to packing. Once the 10th box is in sight I go the extra mile to finish (well, I have only accomplished 10 in any one day, twice, so I have gone the extra mile, twice).

The extra mile did mean sending out for pizza tonight, which led to a discussion between Son and I as to the possibility of pizza delivery in The Village. I think not. Pizza maybe, delivery no. We shall see the sacrifices we are forced to make…

Speaking of Mr FD,(I did somewhere), today I threatened to have the movers lift him in what seems to be his permanent position, sitting on his recliner watching television, out of the house and into the back of the moving van, if he doesn’t stir soon. The fragile items are now packed he has no excuse. Move it, or I may not leave a forwarding address.

Just another day in the country

Box count 2.5

Migraine count : 1 and continuing

Dog count : 1

We had boxes delivered yesterday, but I only managed 2.5 before being felled by a massive migraine that has continued into today, which has thrown me right off schedule. I think I got too dehydrated in all the racing about house hunting in the heat.

Today we went back to view the house with Daughter2 so that she knew what she will be coming home to when she flies back from Perth at Christmas. Then we went to visit Grandma Flamingo Dancer to tell her that we were moving nearby and that she would see more of us in just a few weeks. She is healthy, but her motor skills continue to decline, as has her short term memory. She has started asking where the baby is, and we know she isn’t asking about the expected HoneyBoo Flamingo Dancer. We just say that the baby is sleeping and Mum seems happy with that reply.

Speaking of babies – we bought a dog today! He is a golden retriever and his name is now Augie. He is 6 weeks old and the breeder will keep him until we move. Son has always wanted a dog and now that we have the space for one, I could no longer say no. I am a cat person, but I have to admit, who wouldn’t love this fellow?

Then we went to the local pub for lunch

Mr FD’s seafood basket lunch at the Village Pub

… and then Flamingo Dancer rested, on her bed as well as her laurels.

So much to tell you

We have found a house and our offer was accepted. Yes, it was the number one house on our short list. It is on one and a half acres, high on a hill overlooking The Village with the most magnificent gum trees in the front yard, and a garden beneath that is more forest floor than manicured garden, and the perfect place for Flamingo Dancer GrandBaby to explore when she arrives.

The house was built in 1986 and everything was top of the line then, however it is a little tired and dated now, but a little paint (it has double brick walls, so not a lot of paint needed) a kitchen facelift and the ensuite remodelled, and it will have every aspect of the home we hoped to find.

Even though I know The Village from my childhood, (my Grandmother lived there then, I grew up in a slightly larger town nearby) it is still a little daunting to go from a capital city after all these years, back to small rural town life. On the other hand, it is also exciting to have the change of pace and a chance to create a sanctuary for the rest of our lives.

A reminder that everything old is new again today  also, when we viewed one house with our agent, in conjunction with another agent. Mr FD was chatting to the other agent when we all realised that she was someone that I had worked with 36 years ago in a library long, long ago. I had not recognised her, as back then, well we were both a little younger, and she had natural blonde hair, and now she is a tawny red, and well, a lot older (not everyone can age as graciously as a Flamingo Dancer). I never, ever would have thought she would become a real estate agent, but apparently she has been for some 20 years now.

It just goes to show that while we can plan our lives, we can never quite be sure the path it will take. I have learnt that being open to change, flexible in choice and decision making, and embracing intentional living, the most amazing things can happen.

During this year I have gained permanent employment in a job I adore, with people I not only enjoy working with, but respect professionally, and now we are downsizing our home, decluttering belongings,  shrinking debt and creating a new way of living our lives.  It doesn’t get much better than that does it?

happy trails to us

Box count : 10 packed on Tuesday

Trying to get everything packed in the next 10 days before the new school term starts.

Oh yeah, and find a house to move into!

Today we are back on the house in the country trail. Son is coming with us too.

Due to our arrangement with our bank and something about portable loans, we actually have to settle the sale on our existing house and the purchase of our new home on the same day, so the clock is ticking. We haven’t been able to ask for an extended settlement time as our purchasers need to be out of their present town house by the end of October, so today needs to be decision day is possible.

We have zeroed in on a couple houses in a small rural town (the same town where Mother Flamingo Dancer is in care). One really excites me. It is a little dated, but has great bones, or so the real estate photos appear to show. We haven’t actually been inside as yet, today is the day and so I might be terribly disappointed. However, we have more than one to view.

I can only hope that we have the strength to get through the next couple of weeks,