A better blogger would have all kinds of photos for you– of the newly decorated living room, for instance. Or, perhaps the kitchen gleaming with every pot, plate and salad spinner neatly in place.
That better blogger is likely also better at many things, including moving house and taking photos. That better blogger does not live here.
Here, one room is completely full of boxes, bins, rugs, pillows, paintings, framed photographs, tables and whatnot. No progress on sorting that room has occurred. The living room has been fleshed out a bit with the furniture at least in their places– bedroom is fairly well along with clothing in closet and dresser.
Kitchen is the focus for today– you know, if I get around to it.
I am thinking this is the very first time I have blogged without photos in over 8 years. When I first began blogging I didn’t even have a camera– and then, when I did eventually get one, it was all about the dogs.
And now? I feel like it’s not even a real post if there are no photos— wild.
I realize that many of you read this in some kind of a “reader” so you don’t see the l.o.v.e. links I post– but you need to check out one I got from Susannah: the story of awesome. Last night I watched it before tucking into bed and I’m pretty certain I fell asleep smiling.
So, in the spirit of Neil Pasricha’s prompts, here are some small moments of awesome from the past 48 hours of my life:
1. When the 20-foot U-haul truck broke down, it was smack dab under the awning of the Manchester Toll Booth. This was ideal since it was raining, I could then pull off left where there is a grassy waiting area since I had the two dogs in the car with me and they needed to get out every once and again since we sat there for over an hour– everybody was safe. If the engine had failed even another half mile down the highway it would’ve been a very different roadside story.
2. Lauren helped me plan out where to put everything furniture-wise and so it was easy to drop everything into place and sha-ZAM! It works.
3. Yesterday morning, Christine and Little V came round and we walked– little V in the red stroller, dogs on their leads– all the way down to Wayland square past one beautiful home after the next– on deep wide sidewalks– got raspberry muffins from the bakery and munched them the whole way back– then Christine went to her house, I dropped the dogs into my kitchen with a big breakfast– poured a coffee with cream into a travel mug (I’d set it to perk before I left) and walked around the corner to Christine’s where she had the baby in his high chair and was feeding him breakfast. We sat at the table and looked at each other and said– wow, this was the dream. And here it is. So sweet.
4. Of all the people I have passed in all of our walks since arriving– better than 95% are SO warm and friendly to the dogs! It is wild. Friendly. Yesterday, a car actually pulled to the curb and the two pretty women driving it wanted to know what kind of dog Henry is. Last night, we strolled through the hip, happening scene of Thayer Street (it was Friday night after all) and two cool chicks spent a lot of time petting both dogs– and sharing great info with me about dog-friendly beaches and off-leash parks. Awesome.
5. This morning, Christine is in Michigan for a MUCH-deserved vacay. The kids and I walked down Hope (have I mentioned that I live on Mount Hope– nearby street is called Benevolence– keeping an eye out for Kindness, Love and Please-let-me-Puke-Here-for-all-the-Sap streets) to Seven Stars Bakery– where I got two coconut macaroons, half loaf of sourdough and fresh squeezed grapefruit juice.
Walking back up the hill, dogs happy, sucking my favorite juice from a straw— Saturday rolling out in front of me and I have to say– it all feels good. So good.