Nothing Profound
Things are busy in our household right now. Sometimes, too busy.
My older son is taking confirmation classes, which means that, headache or no headache, I have to get us to church by 0930 on Sunday mornings from now until the end of May. It’s a cross I’m willing to bear, if it helps bring my son closer to God.
He is also working his way toward First Class Scout so that he can go to the 2010 Jamboree … the 100th anniversary Jamboree. That entails some weekends away, and a priority on Scout meetings and campouts. As well as some family time helping with planning.
My younger son is preparing for the spring karate tournaments … and so am I. There will be at least one a month from now through May, and we are hopeful that there may even be two in a couple of those months. Last year, when we competed, all of the tournaments were several hours away, on the SMAC circuit in Mississippi. This year, we have been told that there will be at least two or three open tournaments here in Memphis. That will be nice, though we have made so many friends on the SMAC circuit that we will definitely be continuing our participation there.
We continue the decluttering and reorganizing of our house. I thought I could eliminate some clutter by going paperless with bills and bank statements, but that backfired badly. I’m just a paper kind of person, I guess. I still pay online, but I need that paper statement to keep me on track. So now I am being diligent to file those papers when they arrive, rather than waiting until bill-paying day. I’ve managed to sort through dozens of boxes of kids’ clothes, selling some, giving some away, and putting some up for the garage sale. I’m now going through my clothes, with the same purposes in mind. We all have WAY too many clothes. And toys. And maybe even books. Way, way too much. So yes, we ARE having a garage sale this Spring, and whatever doesn’t sell is going straight to Goodwill. I want it out.
I’m not sure where all this stuff came from. In many ways, it’s like I’ve been in a coma for five years, and now I’m having to catch up with everything I missed. It’s an odd, surreal kind of feeling. And I’m still coming to terms with it. But that’s the point: I AM coming to terms with it, and I’m finally beginning to find myself able to take the necessary action to accomplish the things that need to be done. And that makes the “busy” worthwhile.