The Winds of Change…Time Marches On

I didn’t realize how fast the weeks were flying until today when I saw I hadn’t posted anything since the first week of April.  However, that first week of April marked the beginning of a siege with some sort of respiratory bug that even now hasn’t left us.  Some of the kids got high fevers and really bad body aches with the bug, plus congestion that felt like it was suffocating them. It was one of the worst bouts we can remember. Naturally after tending them for nearly three weeks, it was my turn.  And when you’re sick, you just don’t feel like writing. But I’ve had several bursts of inspiration that I intend to write about along the way.

We are in transition again, with the house on the market and completing construction on the new one.  I hate having our house up for sale. Trying to keep a house looking like you don’t live in it is the pits.  And scrambling to get ready for a showing is nerve-wracking. I swore when we moved here in 1987 that my next move was going to be straight up with no packing. But just like Harold Camping, I guess my prophetic instincts were wrong. Nine kids and 24 years later, this big old house is way too big for us.  We both feel the press of time marching on in our joints and muscles and neither of us wants to face our golden years with this much house and yard to tend. But I have truly loved living here, spending cool evenings on the front porch watching thunderstorms approaching, or sitting on the deck listening to the bullfrogs in the creek singing away. This house has been filled with love and laughter and babies and children, and it has really been a fabulous place to raise a family.  But the pendulum keeps swinging back and forth, and none of our kids aspire to having a large family so the house and 5 acres are up for sale.

If you know a family that would love a roomy old country house with 7 bedrooms and 3 baths on 5 acres with a creek and garden space, send them my way. Have we got a deal for you…