Doing the Next Thing While We Wait
The option period - to my way of thinking - is that time when people who have fallen in love with your house meet with people who tell them every single thing wrong with it. And you, the seller, get to wait and see if they are still in love with it after it's all over. Sort of like getting asked to prom, then the last person you dated meets with them to tell them all your bad points, which includes the fact that you can't dance to save your life, and you're waiting to see if they are still going to show up at the door with a wrist corsage.
Not for the faint of heart.
So I took Elizabeth Elliott's advice for what to do when you're going through anything difficult (sounds blasphemous since she was dealing with her husband being murdered by uncivilized natives and I'm just waiting for a house to sell.) (I happen to think Elizabeth was practical enough she'd approve.) Anyway, she said, when wondering what to do with oneself, 'do the next thing' and that's always been good advice. For waiting for the women in our family to make it through transition and give birth; for news to finalize about jobs or medical tests, or so many things in life. Just stay busy - the time will pass faster, or at least feel like it did. Which is why I knit on every single road trip we take. Dishcloths, scarves, socks, it doesn't matter what - just keep your hands busy and the miles will peel by. Everyone should learn to knit when they are about 7 I think, as there are so many times in life when one would benefit from busy hands.
The house is so clean there is nothing to clean, which is definitely not our normal. I also can't make much of a mess. It has to be the kind of mess I can clean up in 10 minutes or less if someone calls and wants to come look at something.
So I cut out a summer dress. I've sewn forever, but when you don't sew much for years, you get rusty. I reacquainted myself with facings and setting in sleeves, gathering waists, putting in buttonholes, and all in all I'm pleased.
I think this will be cute with some gold strappy sandals and some kind of necklace. I'm not a big jewelry person, but I think there's something in my closet that will be just the right thing. Cub Sweetheart may be needing to think of somewhere to take me to wear this. I'm thinking this would be cute with white canvas tennis shoes and no jewelry too, just to wear around the house. I'd cut the next one out a little less full, but overall I'm pleased. My daughter gave me the valuable tip, years ago, that wearing dresses and skirts is a lot cooler in Texas than any kind of shorts out there. She's right, so I've cut out another, a different pattern. You can't have too many cotton dresses when you've got another solid month of 100 degree days ahead of you.
We also checked out seasons four and five of Call the Midwife from the library, and God bless CS - all that groaning of childbirth and he hangs in there! Tuesdays and Wednesdays we are watching America's Got Talent, except for the acts where people put drills up their noses - I use that time to clean the kitchen, or go switch the laundry. Just not my cup of tea. CS stays in the room for those acts, generally remarking, 'did you see that? That was amazing!' which somehow summarizes the difference between males and females. Oddly enough, this year Simon Cowell is actually nice. I keep waiting for him to turn into a grouchy curmudgeon but so far so good. Maybe being a father has changed him?
I've also been cooking more, now that the house can actually smell like we live in it. I've followed Sandy at Reluctant Entertainer for years and she had a great recipe for homemade sloppy joes, (they had a chopped up fennel bulb in them, the first I've ever bought!), peach salad and a salad with green beans and feta cheese - all of which got rave reviews from CS. I'll never buy manwich again - her recipe was soooo good!
Reading has been a good past time too - I just finished Excellent Women by Barbara Pym, recommended by Susan Branch on her blog. It took a bit to get into, the middle was fun, and then I was disappointed by the ending. Maybe it was just me. Susan recommends everything Pym has written, so I'll likely try another of hers. Sandy at Reluctant Entertainer said she was reading a book called Falling Upward, by Richard Rohr and I found that at our library, so that's what I started last night. It's about the second half of life (not based on years of living) and how our failures make way for growth in our lives. I may have to buy my own copy, as the urge to underline is mighty with this one. (Expect quotes in the near future.)
We're in the pool every single day while we still own it; in spite of temperatures hovering around boiling, about 4:30 in the afternoon the 17 year old live oak in the back yard shades the entire pool and makes for a perfect time of floating around on noodles then sitting poolside with something pretty to drink and something crunchy to nibble on.
So that's what we're up to while we're waiting. We know this is a bit of a nail-biting time but as soon as the realtor calls and tells us it's all a go, it'll be busy with no looking back. No floating around on noodles in the back yard, no sewing summer dresses, no watching TV, and likely very little cooking.
Then we'll just keep on doing the next thing, one box at a time.