Settling In

Not much has been happening here. I’m adjusting to a new job with the same company and we are all settling in to the new house. It’s unanimous, we love it. Last Sunday A and I left the house early to go to our favourite pick your own farm. We picked some tayberries and raspberries. I was planning to make some homemade sorbet to take to our old neighbors. It started sprinkling as we were picking and then it really started coming down. I was standing there in the freezing rain in disbelief that this was July!

As you can see I did make sorbet and I did try to take it to the old neighbours but they weren’t in. I was kind of glad because it was a little on the tangy side. H said I needed to warn them before they tried it!

We are in the process of planning our trip to Scotland next week. Can't wait!

Everyone Should Have a Knight in the Office

One of my colleagues brought in these brass rubbings from a church no longer open to the public. They are from the 14th century.

Raspberry Tart

I would like to take the credit for this but all I did was top it with raspberries that we picked last Saturday. H did the rest.

You Never Know

A came running down the stairs when we were moving in to say, "In my bathroom I have one of those mirrors on an arm!" You never know what's going to make her happy.

The New Place

The house we moved into has a finished attic that the owner used as an office. It has a ½ bath attached. It reminds me a bit of our house in St. Louise because H and I had a room in the very upstairs that was away from the rest of the house. We gave A this room thinking maybe all of her bathroom stuff would move out of our way! She loves it. When we started moving in she came down the stairs and jokingly said, “This time I’m the queen of the castle”. Was that ever in question?

At dinner Monday night A was asking us if someone was going to pick her up from school Tuesday. H played serious and said to A that no, we wouldn’t be picking her up. She got all anxious as she tends to do and said that she didn’t know how to walk to the new place from school. H just smiled and said, “Yeah, we know”. It took her a moment to get the joke.

The only difficult part of the move is that the refrigerator stopped working the day we moved in. The new fridge arrives today.

Moving House - Again

My buddy K in the U.S. moved last weekend. It’s funny that we find ourselves moving at the same time because she and I left St. Louis around the same time two years ago for greener pastures. For her, the move is significant. It’s definitely the next chapter, owning her first home and having her first child. I’ve been thinking about her as we have planned for our move, which had a different feel. H asked me why I was so annoyed with having to move. It was inevitable, we had no choice, but I was digging in my heels. I started a new job last week with the same company so this move was that extra bit of change that was about to push me over the edge. I took Monday through Wednesday off to help with the move, and I just didn’t feel like I should be taking the time at that moment either.

Funny though, as soon as we arrived to pick up the keys from the owner on Monday and I walked into the house, I felt completely different about it. The space is brighter and more open. I could see us having people over for brunch in this house. As I sit here in the new living room drinking my morning coffee, it feels like home.

P.S. I was asking folks at work for a moving company recommendation to help with the big stuff. When they talk about moving things from house to house they call that a removal which kept throwing me. Yes, remove the stuff from one house but I do want it at the new!

I Don't Know Why I Find This So Funny

So H has been cutting the grass with the lawn mower that was left by the owners for the past year. I knew it was an electric mower but never walked outside to see it. I came home for lunch one afternoon and he was out back. When I saw the mower I could not stop laughing because it looks like a toy. H didn’t find the humor in it, in fact he got pretty annoyed when I wanted to take this pic with the soccer ball. Keep in mind that our yard is so small that I could take a pair of scissors to it and finish cutting it that way in probably an hour. Every time I look at that mower now I laugh. It’s probably a good thing we’re moving...