I love a good Sunday. We try to make the best of every weekend, but lately there’s been a lot of staying at home, doing nothing. Well, no more! Hubby and Brodir went out for the day, taking a pair of grandparents with them for a good day outdoors. The weather’s perfect for it –
hardly any wind and not a cloud in the sky. The temperature’s even above freezing.. As it turned out when I went outside myself, there was actually quite a lot of wind. Which once again made me wonder where all my hats have gone. I have at least two warm and comfy winter hats, but I cannot for the life of me tell you where they are. Anyway.
Systir isn’t quite old enough to go playing in the woods yet, so we stayed home. I dressed us up and we went for a walk, with me singing out loud like some crazy person. But come on, the Baseballs have some brilliant walking music, and I found a playlist I’d forgotten I had. I could have been out much longer if not for the damned wind ravaging my unprotected ears (due to the above-mentioned hat-problem).
I’ve baked a little and my best friend has come by to munch on the results. Today is fastelavn, a day that doesn’t have much religious significance anymore, but it does demand some tasty baked goods. Yum.
To think it’s been nearly two years since I laid this blog to rest. That time has flown by at a ridiculous speed, and life has gone through numerous ups and downs in the rather short time that has passed. There have been deaths we didn’t see coming, births we certainly did see coming. Laughter, tears, joy and misery – everything life is supposed to contain. I’ve spent a bit too much time watching TV (lots and lots of Doctor Who in particular), not quite enough time studying. Household chores have suffered as I much prefer to play with the kids, and I keep trying to find a system I can stick to, but after a few weeks it always drifts into nothing.
Basically – Long time, no see! Stuff has happened, little has changed. I’m back!
However shall we avoid starvation!? We sold our stove yesterday. That means no more cooking until we’re safely tucked away inside our NEW apartment. Luckily, it’s not that long till we’re there. We’ll be getting by just fine on microwave dinners, take-away and restaurant meals until then. No problem, really.
We’re also selling some different nonsense while we’re at it. Interested in a serving bowl, perhaps?
Or maybe a comfortable chair? A couch? A table? We have it all! And we would very much like to be rid of it.
Am I the only one who sees tidying up an apartment in the midst of moving-chaos as a waste of time? There are boxes wherever you look, clutter that has no home until the cabinet or shelf you pulled them from has been put up at their new address. Things are growling at you from beneath the couch, bags of clothes are scattered every which way, books are piled in teetering towers… and you just can’t find a reason for doing anything about it. After all, in ten days all the furniture and chaos will be gone, and cleaning what’s left will be a breeze.
Today, however, we had a showing of our apartment. That meant reining in the chaos and make it look presentable. Tigger was a HUGE help, of course.
Part of the moving process is getting rid of giant heaps of rubbish that for some reason have gathered up over the years. But not all garbage can be identified on a glance. Take CDs. Some you’ll want to keep, some you’ll want to put on fire and catapult into space. So while I’m organising books and DVDs, and glasses, and toys and whatnots into boxes, in the background I have a close to constant stream of music. Music that makes me wonder what on earth I was smoking back in the day, often as not, but occasionally bits of music loved and forgotten surface, and I get all reminiscent and weird.
Appartment’s a mess, and progress is slow – much due to Tigger being magnetically drawn to objects he’s not allowed to play with. But it’s okay! Because in 26 days, we are OUTTA HERE! Goodbye impossible-to-combine-with-social-life-countryside, hello wonderfully-central-but-not-too-central-town-life.
“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.” — American Proverb