Having dear friends visit from Brooklyn for Thanksgiving, my daughter’s best pal from school and her Mom.
Finding the inner strength to let go of my usual Thanksgiving extravaganza. We still had a linen tablecloth, silver and flowers. These are things I wisely didn’t do this year: rendering leaf lard for pie crust, making three or four pies, searching for exotic stuffic ingredients, coming up with fun, not so filling appetizers. Trying things like soup in pumpkin bowls.
Enjoying Thanksgiving afternoon waiting for the turkey to be ready, playing poker and connect 4 in front of a fire with wine and cheese. Ah.
Having friend from Brooklyn completely implode. Just before we were going to serve my stripped-down Thanksgiving dinner, she demands to be driven back to our temporary apartment.
Dealing with fall-out from all this. The whole incident completely perplexes me, and it’s always sad to lose a friendship.
Facing the days after Thanksgiving wrangling over the last renovation details: Finding carpet that looks like sisal but isn’t. Finding carpet not made out of spun gold. Never thought of wall-to-wall carpet as an expensive material. Finding bath enclosure. All this necessitates trips to several Home Depots.
Fussing with contractor over timing of his final payment. Working it out. Getting the work done 36 hours before our move date. Whew.
Spending 24 hours of that pre-move time clearing out the remainder of random things still in the garage: Old appliances. Office shelves. Paintings and furniture that can be used by friends and relatives. Paintings and furniture that cannot be used by friends and relatives. Learning the intricacies of what various thrift shops in San Francisco will and will not take.
Greeting movers pretty unprepared, as is the usual drill in these situations.Standing on the ramp of the moving truck checking off lot numbers as each box and piece is unloaded off the truck. How can a family of three used to living in 1,000 square feet have so much stuff? Watching a mover chase a hummingbird around the living room with a broom. Being grateful he didn’t do violence to the crystal chandelier in the middle of the room.
Catching the humming bird. Setting it free feels good.
Cramming all the stuff into the house before the rains.
Spending the 10 days after Thanksgiving doing nothing but unpack. Realizing, again, that I like arranging all of our eclectic stuff in a new frame. I like looking at a book shelf arranged by topic, height and so on. The orderliness is always soothing, and the shelves surround me with the ideas that have made me who I am. Designating sock drawers. Organizing the kitchen. It takes forever, but we’re down to the putting up the pictures stage. Hooray.
During this unpacking, my daughter has discovered that she likes watching TV with grandma. Good for both of them, bad for our no TV during the week rule. Will have to think on that.
One of our BEST buddies from Brooklyn arrives to help with this chemo cycle and makes us smile, for hours, for days. We take her out for great sushi and she had a ball. Best time I’ve had eating out in a long time.
Writing this on our new couch, being able to see the floor, hoping to get pictures up on the walls tomorrow.
We like our new digs. There’s still minor work starting upstairs next week, but it’s going to be OK. We can now turn to the minor stresses of the holdiays, a Christmas Eve open house, continuing to adjust to this move, and, oh yeah, this breast cancer gauntlet that must be run!