I’ve reached two weeks in the house. Hi. How are we all? In between watching my kid do yoga (I’m jealous of her calm) and washing my hands, I’ve been writing down my thoughts. And if you read me for the life updates, I’ve been um, upgraded since this interesting mishap. Honestly, when we moved back to Edinburgh, I imagined a little more social and less social distancing. But here we are. For my part, here’s a little list I…
It will surprise no one that my mouth sometimes gets me into trouble. For instance, I kneeled on a chair as a kid, held on to the back, and SANG. One day I ended my routine by tipping the chair, and my teeth ended up going through my lip. I moved my act to singing with a hairbrush while W-sitting on the kitchen floor. Star Search never called me to sing on the show. Fast forward a few years, a…
And so, I’m writing this from my new kitchen table, which really isn’t that different from my old writing space. It’s a cul-de-sac, not the country. There’s six hours driving distance, but that’s about it. There’s my coffee cup, cereal bars, and some of the kid’s drawings. So, I seem to have just moved stuff from one place to the other. New beginnings take time. Before we moved, I had visions of writing in coffee shops, finding more wheelchair accessible…
I’ve never considered myself a spoonie, but I think I’ve run out of spoons these past few weeks. I thought I’d be riding shotgun today on a trip with a moving van to get the last of our stuff from the house to wherever it’ll fit. Regular readers will know that I love road trips for the music mixes and uninterrupted reading time. But the thing I can’t wait for this time, the thing that gets more like a dream…
And so, somehow we’ve made it to a full week in the new place. That time where you’re fumbling around, not sure where you are or what day it is. Like the holidays. But with even more junk food, because what’s a vegetable, and how does the oven work? It’s been interesting. And the interestingness started even before we got here. With our loaded up car, and wired kid. We opened the new door, plowed over the threshold. To a…
