It seems a long while since I last posted and it has I guess. So much has happened, so much has changed, so much has stayed the same. There are days I wish I had just slept through and days I am so glad I didn't, like today.
Last weekend we had our first estate sale. The beginning of liquidating our household items. Those things that we can't take with us in our motor home. It was both a cleansing and disturbing experience as you might imagine. Hundreds of people wondering through your home, rummaging through your belongings bartering for a cheaper price on something you feel is priceless. Then realizing that after all the years of dusting and moving that priceless thing you don't have to dust it or move it any more. Priceless.
By the third day we were pretty well cleaned out of the big stuff like the dryer in my laundry room and the washer dryer combo upstairs. I was so grateful I still had the washer and then I realized that carrying baskets of laundry out to the clothes line was not optimal, nor was schlepping baskets of wet clothes to the laundromat. I told my husband and the lady in charge of the sale it was a bad idea. However the couple who bought the refrigerator aren't taking it till we leave and we haven't sold the stove yet. Sliver linings all over the place.
Today we sold a piece that belonged to this old house, a Pier mirror that was built for the wall that it hung on for most the last 175 years. I am very sad that this magnificent piece has been separated from it's home. Today I wanted to sleep all day. I was pretty upset earlier in the day about this and penned a few lines so I could capture those feelings of the moment. As I began to type this entry I looked out the window and realized why it was I had gotten up this sad morning.
Almost 30 years ago we dug a pond in the side yard and over the years it has grown and developed its own eco system as ponds do. The one thing we never had were ducks or geese that made their home here, probably because there ere always so many kids and animals. Then about 3 or 4 years ago two Canada Geese and a pair of Mallard Ducks decided to make their home with us.
Though we were sure the geese were nesting we never saw any evidence of babies even though I would see them on other ponds in the area. This year I decided they must be infertile. Then this morning as I began this post there they were Mama, Daddy and 4 goslings walking along the edge of the pond! Needless to say I had to look twice but sure enough they were definitely real.
As sad as all this moving away, selling my 'stuff' is I'm finding little joys, little reminders, little memories of things forgotten. Last week as my belongings were leaving my house with strangers I felt that my life was leaving with them, maybe part of it was. But as the days move forward and the planning moves forward new expectations grow, new hopes develop, new life replaces the old life.
The old life lives on in our children, our grandchildren, in that special tree we planted. In our heirlooms, our photographs, in our memories and in our hearts. But life is always changing growing, moving forward, usually or sometimes, we can direct it's path but other times we just have to follow where it takes us. Life is an adventure at times it seems boring or mundane, or just too sad until you look out the window.
