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Holy procrastination, Batman.

You have no idea how many times since May I have started a new post and just given up.  I wouldn’t even have any idea except that my dashboard is filled with automatically saved drafts, daring me to revisit, revise, to simply pay attention to them.

For lack of anything else to post, here’s what I’ve got:

From May 8, 2013:

It’s been 31 hours since the family left for a 3 day/2 night trip to visit family in Maryland.  I had some high hopes for my alone time.  Here’s the list I made yesterday:

  • dishes
  • clear coffee table
  • write 3 articles
  • gather trash and recycling for Thursday a.m. pickup
  • Take a few loads to New to You, the only thrift shop in town that allows after hours drop off.
  • clean C’s room
  • clean front hallway
  • sew

Here’s what I’ve done from the list so far:

  • dishes
  • clear coffee table
  • write 3 articles
  • start gathering trash and recycling
  • start putting stuff in bags to take to New to You
  • start cleaning C’s room

Here’s what I’ve done that not on the list

  • eat frozen pizza
  • eat Thin Mints (not sharing how many)
  • drink wine
  • get an amazing cut and color at Station Street
  • make a new friend

August 25, 2013

Huge family changes are underway and whenever this happens I attempt to write about it, but the many words inside me feel like they are trying to escape from behind a locked door. I can barely get started. This year is going to be a transition year – a big one.  The girls and I will be spending the school year in Vermont so they can go to school, while Aaron stays in Ohio for now and works towards joining us as soon as possible.  There will be lots of visits, mostly from him to us since we’ll be locked into an academic year schedule and won’t be as flexible.  We have a place to live, the girls are almost set up in their wonderful (we hope) new schools, and I’m looking, for the first time in years, at full days to myself.  This is something I am really looking forward to but also a little nervous about.  It will be really strange not having Anna around all day like she’s been for the past three years.  We’ll need to pack lunches.  There will be homework and catching buses.

I cannot even begin to explain this past summer.  Every day was a moving target.  We put 10K+ miles on our van.  Anna spent a month in Germany with a youth orchestra.  We spent a lovely but super hot week in Slaughter Beach, Delaware with Aaron’s extended family.  My brother and his wife welcomed their first baby. Nine family members ages 4-73 spent a week in Prague for my host sister’s wedding. We drove from Ohio to Michigan to Vermont to Washington DC to Maryland to Delaware to Ohio back to Michigan to Vermont to New York City flew to Prague and back then to Ohio then to Vermont.  And now, suddenly, the girls start their new schools this week. I have handled the summer in a pretty calm and cool fashion, but then last night it got to me just a little bit how fast this all happened.

September 11, 2013

How did that happen? That I last posted on May 2?  It was that kind of summer.  On May 2, we were calmly and rather mundanely living in Ohio, looking ahead with equal parts excitement and anxiety at the months to come.  Now, on September 10, we’re on the other side of all that.  We’ve welcomed a nephew to the family, taken a family trip to a wedding in Prague, sent our darling Anna to Germany with a youth orchestra for four weeks, spent a hot week in Delaware at a lovely but sweaty family reunion, and, well, moved to Vermont. Around the end of July, we decided to move forward with the plans we’d previously thought of tabling for a year and we enrolled Anna as a 10th grader at the Long Trail School in Dorset, Vermont.

I’m still processing everything that led up to this, and there are certainly thousands of words wanting to be released.  For now, though, they’re all stewing in my head.  I’ve been debating whether or not to start a spinoff blog called something like “The Dutch Hill Diaries” or “The Danby Diary” (this is where we live) but,, as always, I struggle with how to start.

For now, though, I’ve got some pictures, and they’re lovely.  And since both girls are in school and A is holding down the fort back in Ohio, I have the days to myself.  Whether or not I use them to write is all up to me.

In the meantime, pictures.

September 19, 2013

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