#SoCS: Endings and Beginnings

You may have noticed that I haven’t been hanging around the blogosphere much in the last three weeks. Or perhaps you didn’t, but no matter. I’m still here. My roomie, Natasha, has moved to a place of her own, which involved far more important business than writing about cat cries and bike rides. For perhaps ten days to two weeks, it was a mad rush for Natasha to pack up her many things and bring our separation to completion. IRead more

Moving: What I Learned…

The Big Move of 2018 is over. I am settling in to the new digs. I love my salmon-wall office. Except for hanging a few pictures, everything is in its place – including the critters and flowers. I have to say that the move had very few mishaps, at least nothing that couldn’t be fixed or rectified or laughed over. The planning, organization, meetings and ongoing anxiety worked together to make last Wednesday a successful day. Extremely busy day, butRead more

Moving Fearlessly

“Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly knowing that I am with you, therefore no harm can befall you; all is very, very well. Do this in complete faith and confidence.” ~Pope John Paul II~ I’m not afraid, I’m excited. One week from today, my workplace is moving. I’ve been at the current location about 18 years. In that time, I’ve had three bosses and there’s been various changes in office support staff. Our physicalRead more

Never Fear

One little kitten is losing her castle,I hope she doesn’t begin to cry,Oh, mother dear, I most assuredly fearMy basket will no longer be nigh.What? Never fear you lovely kitten!Your basket will always, forever follow you.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.Thank you mom, I forever love you too.Read more

Scenes from a Move

There is a growing patch of blue speckled, beige berber carpet in the dining room. Where the largest of her two china cabinets sat, there is an empty space. The vacuum has scooped up the gray cat hair and smoothed over the rectangular indentation of a bottom piece. One of the small metal “feet” has left a rust stain. Jean’s smaller china cabinet remains, still filled with her parents’ memories and those of her own…the china doll, the soft white,Read more

A Trusty Move

I know God won’t give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish He didn’t trust me so much. ~Mother Teresa~ Yes, He’s trusting me again. I am moving in three weeks. Three weeks. Three “it’s-going-to-go-so-fast-it’s-going-to-make my-head-spin” weeks. In a bizarre twist, the moving story has turned. Amid a crazy, overwhelming time at work; amid practicing for a play; amid renewing mom’s medical assistance; amid life. A change is coming soon. There will be little time for anything else. There are boxesRead more