It has been nearly A MONTH ever since I posted the news the last. Isn't it so crazy??
Ever since Clint was done with upstairs, I still am organizing, moving, and shifting through boxes frantically. I finally won the battle with cleaning those areas that needed to be cleaned for ages. I still am working on organizing, of course. I moved several boxes to downstairs from upstairs. I never realized how hard it is to go up, down, up, down from the attic area to basement with heavy boxes so I broke the tasks up into small sections.
I am done with painting rooms I hoped to. I did upstairs room in two toned purple colors. I also did nursery in soft yellow. It really is amazing experience in playing with different kind of color. It is true when they talk about how your mood can be brought on by certain color. Nursery's color is yellow and I was under mistaken impression that it is "exciting" color but when I selected a hue on purpose (soft) and felt amazed how that can bring relaxation to anybody that enters the room.
I already moved all of my hobby related things into purple room. I promised my oldest girl that she has dibs on it when she grows up and when Julia is old enough to move upstairs. Hopefully, by then, we will be able to use basement for our office/hobby space. I spent an hour working through the stuff and organizing them in the closet space. What a fun it is! By the way, I am an organizing freak and I DELIGHT in being able to compartalize, sectionalize, and prop into different labelled boxes.
This week is the start of swimming lessons for four of my children. Timmy is not taking to this very well. He is a type of child that warms up to something VERY SLOWLY. He flees the pool, screeching, every time when this "stranger" approaches him. In the eyes of his loving parents, this stranger is merely a swimming teacher who is eager to get acquainted with him. No. Timmy just don't want to take this. I am thinking of taking him to swimming pool on one off hour and see if I can get him accustomed to the pool at general and hope for the best that he will warm up to teacher. The entire experience is simply too overwhelming for my little guy.
This upcoming Friday, Clint is going to speak at Deaf Symposium about "Abiding Faith" topic. I am delighted to participate with him that day since that sweet hearted Sandra is willing to watch our children except Julia all day long! I will need to make arrangements for Saturday evening when we are going up to SLC for banquet activity.
On our schedule, next week, we still have swimming lessons and we will be participating in Steel Days for American Fork. I bought a long strip of tickets for Carnival thing. I hope to go to Picnic in Park, Quilt Show, Art show, and all. They are loads of fun and I look forward to it!
Clint's parents just succeeded in selling their house recently. They will be moving out on July 31st. Even though that Clint didn't say so much about it, I try so hard to visualize how people can feel about it at general. Clint grew up in his ward with same group of people who were his scoutmaster, teachers, etc. He had elementary school, middle school and high school less than 1/2 mile from his home. He can just come home for lunch when he feels like it. All of his brothers and sisters have been through all of those schools, knew same teachers, and graduated from same High School. I guess even that changes are good many times, we do feel sad when we aren't going to frequent same places that brought us so many great memories. My mother also moved out of the house I grew up when I got married and I felt sad about it too. I can't just tread on the same floor I ran on, trotted, and walked in different sort of moods while I was growing up. I can't sleep in that same room I loved so much. I remember loving so much sleeping by that window that I can open and sleep in cool and watery scented air of sorts overnight. It brings that feel of comfort while I remember that. I can spend paragraphs and paragraphs on how much I loved that home. It really was home to me, regardless of its flaws.
Clint's parents are looking forward to making a new life in the area of Denver. The house they are purchasing is closer to Temple compared to their old home. They also are buying a "grandparent" friendly house. I heard that they have some fun stuff in the basement where little grandkids can hang out and have fun. Clint's parents kept toys that Clint and his siblings grew up and from the daycare business so that grandkids can enjoy the visit at their house (not worrying about no touching that, no touching this) . . . I know that my kids will be delighted to visit their grandparents once when they are moved in.
I haven't gotten to my hobbies for a while. Clint told me bluntly that I have to put those aside to take care of the house. I had to agree with him. And when the summer hit, it is very hard for me to sit down for more than an hour with free hands. Kids are demanding and always wait to pounce upon me once when baby is done with me. Ha ha. I am glad to have a bit of time to BLOG and check emails!
