How is it possibly March? Further to that thought, someone said something to me today, referring to something twenty years ago. I’m thinking circa 1970-1980. Twenty years ago was 1992. I was 15. Seriously. I just shake my head.
Speaking of my head…I have sooo many things that swarm through it in the run of a day or week; things I want to say, do, write, sing, make. So many things that never, ever get said, done, written, sung, or made. I have not enough time, and so many other things that are more urgent. Throw in the occasional bout of flu or colds, or other such afflictions as folliculitis (staph infection – yes, that one was me), and it just seems that I will always been in a frantic, frenzied, more-work-to-do-than-hours-in-the-day state of being. Sometimes I am so frustrated by this. Other times it seems I have accepted this as being what it is during this stage of my life. However, there is always a longing to have a bit more time for other pursuits, the just-because kinds of things.
I am involved in one “extra-curricular” activity right now. This is completely separate from my role as wife, mom, teacher. I am involved in an upcoming production of “Anne of Green Gables”. I am playing the role of Mrs. Elvira Barry, Diana’s mother. It’s such a fun role, as every other character I’ve been has been “good” or nice. Not that I want to be evil, but it’s kind of fun to step outside of a personality that is so similar to mine, and be a snob!
And it’s a great way to be just me for a few hours. My family is, thankfully, so supportive, and excited for me.
I’ve never been the best housekeeper, struggling with staying on top of the stuff. I’ve finally had it with stuff! I come a long line of pack rats (and had one grandparent who would rummage through garbage that his son had put out, only to drag some of it back to the house – including empty dog food bags!). So this month, stuff in my house, LOOK OUT! If you’re not useful or beautiful, bye-bye. I’m done with you!
I feel spring in the air, and I’m looking forward to the next few months. I believe that once I get dug out from the things (a good portion of which are my in-laws, that they left here when they moved out. I understand them not wanting to deal with it, but gee, I didn’t really want to have to deal with it, either! Pray for me to have a good attitude over this point.), and we’re finally free to begin decorating this home in a way that speaks of us, that it will feel real that this is ours. It hasn’t quite felt that way yet. I’ve been feeling a bit more like an intruder, kind of afraid to peel wall-paper or paint over anything, or even to give away the ugly lamp in the den. I’m grateful for the space, so excited for the potential here, but I am ready for it to be OURS in every way.
Come on, Spring! I’m ready for new life!


