What a great thanksgiving day. I did something this year that I haven’t done in a long time. I ate too much! Boy I hate when that happens. My sister, brother in law and I spent the day with my mom The Grand Dame Grown Woman at his family’s home, lots of food, lots of family, lots of laughing. This was our first Thanksgiving Day without my dad The Grand Poopah we missed him but the day was a good one.
It’s now post-Thanksgiving and I will enjoy my last two day that’s right count ‘em 1 – 2 days left before retiring. I’m so excited. WoooHooooo!
Today a friend offered to buy my kitchen table. Hmmmm… Ok …I know I’m downsizing and letting that table go was in the plan but to hear it spoken out loud???? On some weird level I want to hold on to it - after all I have memories of sitting around that table with my daughter,with my parents and with my grandchildren. I can still see my Dad perched at the kitchen table when his knees were aching and he couldn’t move around much – sitting at that table put him right in the middle of all the family action. Even though the table will go, I take those memories with me. I tossed and turned, debated and reasoned with myself about letting my treadmill go. Attention everyone I’m selling it for cheap! The proverbial light bulb came on yesterday when I began to fold it up to push it into another room and saw how dusty it was. That sealed the deal - I’m not even using the thing. I had another epiphany type moment and this is major, it’s about s-h-o-e-s! I was boxing up my shoes and came across a couple of pairs that I’ve been holding on to, neatly storing them in their original boxes on the top shelf of my closet. I purchased those shoes circa 1982/1983 and haven’t worn them in just as long. Why am I holding on to these shoes? I think I hold on to shoes because I’m still mad at myself for tossing a pair of unique cork wedge sandals that I purchased in the 70’s and they are back in style. Don’t laugh – I loved those shoes. BUT… I have to take control! If I don’t use it, wear it, haven’t seen it in a year….
I have to let it go!
Autumn leaves here in the southeast cannot compare to the phenomenon leaves in New England. Having said that, I have to say I saw the most beautiful trees today that had turn a brilliant red. Growing up in New England I vividly remember the autumn leaves were spectacular shades of yellows, oranges, reds, purples and browns. As school children we always had a project that involved finding the prettiest maple and oak leaves and pressing them between waxed paper. Now if I could just remember what we did with those press leaves. I haven’t a clue I just recall the fun of sifting through leaves to find the perfect one. I also recall the smells of autumn, leaves burning and a chill in the air. But… I can’t recollect what we did with those pressed in wax paper leaves. Thanksgiving is next week and Christmas will be here very soon after. This holiday season will be bitter sweet for my family. We are very grateful for all that God has blessed us with this year but we miss the Grand-Poopah terribly, and Christmas day is/was his birthday. My mom, the Grand Dame Grown Woman, never let us combine dad’s birthday with Christmas we celebrated both but distinctly and always two different presents a birthday, a Christmas. My grandkids will especially miss “Grand Pa” because the last four or five years in a row all four generations have spent Christmas together at their house no matter where they were stationed. However, we will still be joyful, happy and glad to celebrate Grand Pa’s birthday this year and be appreciative for all the years he poured love, joy, happiness and the importance of family into our lives.
I think I’ll pick up a couple of those beautiful red leaves and press them between wax paper and see what becomes of them.
I’ve been pondering moving via one of the popular moving crate and storage systems. I’ve been researching and reading reviews and let me tell you they haven’t been very good. I decided I needed to see and talk to someone face to face. So I took my questions/concerns and went to one of the storage warehouses. It seems that the storage facilities personnel has very little input in pricing, answering specific questions or setting up the actual move you have to do everything via the corporate website – internet call center. And that’s where the problems lie and where most of the complaints and dissatisfaction stem. Charges are not fully disclosed or explained, so it’s at this point of sale I will have to be very careful. I’ll make sure I clearly understand the charges and get everything in writing before signing on the dotted lie. Then there’s the problems with the container being delivered/picked up as promised and this is where the manager prides his facility in doing a great job. On this side of the move that issue I hope my visit and talk with the storage manager will help avoid. He even volunteered to send one of his drivers by to see if the container could be drop close to the front door, This would be at no charge to me. Now I know he will remember me and that will turn out to be a positive. The online person said having someone come out before hand was not possible. I’d just have to wait until delivery day to see if they could bring it up the incline. And if they couldn’t then they would charge me an “attempted deliver’’ fee. And I’d be left without a container.
The real concern now is the size of the container. My first thought when seeing the biggest crate offered was that I will not be able to fit all my household goods in that one container. So what I have to do is revisit my whole downsizing plan and release more “stuff”. I haven’t used my treadmill in…….I don’t know when. Instead of holding on to it I’m going to sell it. My Semi Grown Woman Daughter has a very nice one I can use although I doubt I will. There’s a great YMCA close by I’m more inclined to join and take classes. Do I really need all the dishes I’m holding on to? This weekend I’m going to re-sort those boxes. And maybe I can leave behind a couple of lamps I really don’t need in a smaller apartment. There’s also a few more furniture pieces I can do without. I guess the real scaling back begins again. Moving is a pain, no matter when, no matter where but especially when your downsizing. For me not just downsizing and moving but also shifting completely out of the comfort zones in every area of my life.
I so look forward to settling in and finally exhaling.