Things are going … smoothly.
Is it weird that that makes me nervous?
Probably. I’m trying to just roll with it though. The only issues are with the moving company but I hear it’s quite common to have issues with moving companies so I can deal with that.
Right now we have a number of belongings in storage so that our house looks like people don’t really live here. Reagan has assisted that illusion by making off with a number of things for her apartment. Hayden and I helped her move from one apartment to another over the weekend and it took THREE trips with the U-Haul. Three. For a 19 year old. 19 year olds should be able to fit everything they own in the back of a pick up truck, not own three couches and an entire set of solid cherry antique bedroom furniture.
Reagan has benefited from generous hand me-downs which is nice, but I told her she needs to stay put until graduation.
My last day of work is Friday which is something I decided a month ago when I was eyeball deep in decision making and feeling overwhelmed. Now I feel a little silly, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself next week but it’s all said and done so I guess I’ll figure something out.
Like maybe planning Hayden’s graduation?
Not that there’s much to plan. Two years ago as the final guests were leaving Reagan’s graduation party, I flopped down into a chair, looked Hayden in the eye and said, “I will pay you what you would make in gifts, to NOT have a party when you graduate.”
He smiled a greedy, gleeful grin and has held me to it. We will attend his ceremony and then go out to dinner and call it good. It feels a little sad and anti-climactic but he is thrilled with not having to make small talk with people for hours and, given everything that’s going on, it’s probably all for the best.
So Reagan is moved, Hayden is graduating and Faith is getting ready for her last dance recital.
Which I don’t actually want to talk about just yet because last year when her best friend had her last recital I sobbed. Little did I know that we’d be in the same spot a year later. It’s not going to be pretty folks. Well, it will be pretty because it’s a recital full of costumes and make up and lovely dancers, but I’m guessing that my reaction won’t be pretty.
True fact: I am un ugly crier. Of which there will be much evidence in upcoming weeks. For today though, I’m avoiding that line of thinking. Here is a fun distraction: our new house needs to be painted because I’m not a big fan of the faded blue it currently is. Yesterday I used a “paint visualizer” to try out some new colors.
Here’s the original shot of the back of the house which I used because the front is mostly brick.
Here it is in “Plantation Moss”:
And finally, “Steeple Gray”:
What do you think? Keep in mind that this is the long view of it, which can be seen from the homes across the river.I sure do wish that actual painting were as easy as virtual painting!