Random Musings

Guess what we're doing?! Moving. Hubs and I were sitting in the living room the other night. I had made a trip to my beloved used bookstore earlier in the day (used books are just better) and we were staring at my little stack of books, all necessities, and wondering where we were going to put them because my books already fill up our two dinky Wal-Mart bookshelves and we have no more room for bookshelves. Hubs finally said, "let's get a bigger house." And I said, "Great!" Because I thought he was going to tell me I had to get rid of or stop buying my books. And I just can't do that. I want M to grow up in a house with books. It's the way it should be. So I've spent the last couple of days packing. Our plan is to get a bunch of stuff packed and moved to a storage unit this weekend. Next week we will start painting and putting up trim, then we'll stage the house. Hopefully we can put our house on the market at the end of the month.

Woot! I'm so excited. I've been wanting to move for awhile. I don't want to sound ungrateful, because I'm not. I love the house we're in and it has been good to us. But it's just time to move. For one thing, I have no room for my sewing stuff. It's just stashed everywhere in the house. We only have two bedrooms, so where else would it go? I'm a cook and I'd love to have more than 3 feet of counter space. I'd also love to have a kitchen that didn't have a washer and dryer sitting in it. Most of all, I want a house with a yard where M can play. Our yard here is too dangerous as we sit right on a busy road. Our backyard is a steep incline, so it's not really conducive to play, either. We couldn't even put a swingset in it if we wanted to. She loves to play outside, so I have to drive her to the park every day. I would love to just have a nice yard where we could just go out and run and play without having to drive anywhere. And I want a garden. A real one where I can grow all of our veggies.

I've discovered something wonderful. M loves poetry. She was crying the other day because she wanted her daddy and nothing I did could calm her down. I finally went into my room and pulled my battered collection of William Blake poems from the shelf and started reading them to her. She clambered right into my lap and sat there in silence until I was finished with "The Lamb." When I was done, she said, "Please read more." So we read poetry for half an hour. Isn't she awesome?

So, I didn't do a LOST post this week. I'm sure Michele noticed. I've decided that since there are a zillion weeks until LOST comes back on (boo-to-tha- hoo), that I don't want to run out of good characters to write about. Because, let's face it. My post about Paulo would be: Paulo=poo. My Arzt post would be: Arzt was whiny then he exploded. So I'm going to every other week. Next week will be Sun.