Wednesday the 10th: Moving day

 The movers have arrived and started moving furniture. Our list is made, and as they finish a room I'll do a final dusting and sweeping and then check it off the list.

 Final-final move isn't until next week when we close, but the goal is to have everything out except what the Husband needs to stay here for the next week for work. I think we did a good job (Husband did a good job) of keeping us organized and moving along.

Last night I took my house key off my key ring and took off the "hip hip hooray" ribbon that had been on there since I got the key 11 years ago. Hopefully there will be no changing of keys for a long long time after this. 

 

 

Tuesday the 9th: Packing and accumulating

 *Yes, the goal should be getting rid of stuff, but I saw the green mug at a new-to-me coffee shop, and it's a great size and color. Thankfully (?) I've broken a few mugs this month, so it's a good replacement.

*Moving means sorting, so we are moving the play tools on to another nephew, and I believe we are donating the blocks. We might keep them for now and then move them on. 

 

 

Monday the 8th: Saint of the Week

 St. Ephrem is a 4th century deacon and Doctor of the Church who lived in Mesapotamia (now Iraq). He's known for his hymns and his poetry.

 

”Lord, shed upon our darkened souls the brilliant light of your wisdom so that we may be enlightened and serve you with renewed purity. Sunrise marks the hour for men to begin their toil, but in our souls, Lord, prepare a dwelling for the day that will never end. Through our unremitting zeal for you. Lord, set upon us the sign of your day that is not measured by the sun. In your sacrament we daily embrace you and receive you into our bodies; make us worthy to experience the resurrection for which we hope. Teach us to find our joy in your favor! Savior, your crucifixion marked the end of your mortal life; teach us to crucify ourselves and make way for our life in the Spirit.”--from a sermon by Saint Ephrem  

 

 

Friday the 5th: Last times

 For about two months I've been trying to consciously recognize the last time of doing things so that I can 1. properly appreciate and 2. properly grieve as life changes. I played for state music festival for (probably) the last time, so I took pictures of the weirdly impressive sculpture at the auditorium and its explanation, along with a list of KC coffee shops I haven't made it to but want to try when I get a chance.

 

 

Thursday the 4th: Food of the Week

 *Tomorrow is crepes with sugar and lemon.

*Tonight is basil walnut fettuccine. 

*Last night was pinto bean dip with cilantro and corn.

*Tuesday the Son made mashed sweet potatoes and peas and corn with thyme and bacon.

*Monday we had chicken salad sandwiches with a pea and radish salad on top.

*Over the weekend we ate leftovers other than a brunch at Homegrown.

Friday will be the last menu meal as we'll move into using up any food we can in the cupboards, fridge, and freezer. 

Wednesday the 3rd: Music of the Week

 I'm completely done with work music, so I'm working on four pieces to keep my fingers limber:

1. Hanon 4 octave exercise in C major

2. Landslide, one page a day

3. Widor's Toccata, one "section" a day, which is about a page and a half.

4. One page per week of Final Fantasy IX, playing that one page for a week before moving to the next page. 

Tuesday the 2nd: Getting moved

 We are...half...moved? Maybe? We are still living up here but plan to move two of us and 95% of our stuff next week. My beloved students honored me with a countdown to my "firing" date. It's been a blessed and stressed season.