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Feeling the Tern

As is often the case in late March, we B-Ks are just back from spring break in Florida.

So. Feel the terns, won’t you?

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O, Florida! No state mixes my feelings as thoroughly as you do.

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Photo of the B-Ks at Bean Point on Anna Maria Island by Connie Ger.

 

We did need a break, one involving sun and sand and surf and overly-friendly manatees. As things start to come together for this next phase of B-K life, the future becomes even less clear in every way, except for the assurance that it’ll be different than what we have now. This time as a family was crucial. We had a lovely time, even as Cody and I re-discovered that we do not paddle well together in a kayak.

But we do both like getting up early to walk and snapping photos of ibis in the bay when we do.

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It gets harder every year to say goodbye to Florida after this family vacation. During those days, I spend next to no time checking email or on social media. I’m outside, I’m with family and friends, I am relaxing into myself, and I’m just thawed out when it’s time to gather the towels and head north.

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We’re home now. The cold rain feels like punishment, but I’m just being dramatic. It was actually 67° with some sun today, and Jim and I uncovered his least favorite vegetable while weeding. Look at it. Such perfection.

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Then I went to the garage to unearth the garden’s good luck charm for display after the rain ends. Thanks, Chank.

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April is incoming. I’m looking forward to lots of time outside and in the garden, a college decision, several soccer games, and maybe a little regional travel. How about you?

Forward, March

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We like to fly kites.

Along with almost everyone else in North America, I’m a little anxious about spring. I think when it comes, it’s going to come fast. I’m hoping for (almost literally) zero-to-sixty.

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This chicken looks like how I feel about heading into March. Determined.

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Truth!

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I can practically smell it.

Because spring is on the way, I’m working on throwing away/donating SO MUCH. So much. Like, almost everything. I’m an archiver – I like to save things because I like to think they’ll be important in some way someday. These tchotchkes will lend context! If this clutter could speak! OK. Sure. But for the love of all that is holy… SO MUCH OF THIS STUFF DOES NOT BELONG HERE ANYMORE. They are the things of a family that has moved along and changed incredibly.  So many old homeschooling materials that no one has looked at or used in 8 years. So many broken things littering our basement. So many unbroken things in our basement too, things we can’t use any longer, things to be jettisoned. My tiny little “dressing room” (which I share with Jim and also doubles as a closet) bursts with clothes I don’t wear and never will wear (and clothes that he doesn’t wear and never will wear). My even-tinier office (we call it “The Cloffice” because it’s really a closet) is completely unusable right now due to formidable piles of books and magazines, mostly BYI-related in some way.

Ugh.

The word simplify seems to be dogging me. Simplification is not my strong suit, but complication? CALL ME. I’ve finally reached my breaking point, though. This spring, for whatever reason, I’m starting to deal with the guilt and stress I associate with all this physical crap. You know, the guilt of having it and not being grateful for it. The paralysis that accompanies not knowing what to do with it all. The extra guilt of throwing things away. The extra EXTRA guilt that goes with getting rid of anything your kid(s) ever drew, wore, used as an art supply, or – let’s be honest – touched. I’m figuring out that we don’t have to move house in order to make this kind of room. I’m dealing with it now. I think it’s the yoga, honestly.

[More about the yoga another time]

So, yeah. That’s starting to happen this weekend, as we await the weather that’s supposedly coming.

[I’m skeptical.]

Speaking of weather, we’ll be shooting BYI2 late next week, weather permitting. We’ll be shooting BYI3 a few weeks after that. We are on what normal people doing this kind of work would call… a Schedule.

See ya on the other side of this next Polar Vortex.