Now that school is in full swing and has been for the last several weeks, I am feeling almost all the way settled here. After so many jaunts around Beaufort for school, library, TJMaxx, all the nice antique stores, I no longer need to rely on the GPS. That's always a relief because the hardest thing about being in a new place to me is feeling so lost all the time. Every weekday morning I leave between 7:35 and 7:45, depending on the day, to take the girls to school 25 minutes away. Every afternoon we pick leave to pick them up at 10 of 3, and most of the time I have to wake Timmy up from his nap. The girls are taking ballet one afternoon a week. I've joined the Y, which is just a few minutes outside the gate. I do yoga two mornings a week there, run on the treadmill, and Timmy gets the socialization he's really wanting every time he asks me if he can go to school. [The answer to that is definitely no, because I see no reason to spend the extra time and gas on dropping off and picking up another kid somewhere. Next year I'll probably let him do Pre-K at the DoD school, and he'll take a bus.] The girls will be doing soccer at the Y starting next month.
|Dance party in the rain after school|
I've joined the Officer Spouses Club for the first time ever since becoming a spouse. Living here on base, it was like 'why not?' Their president is the first person to reach out to me back when we were still looking around and trying to decide where to live. She lives right down the street from me and her teenage daughter is now my kids' babysitter, and they love her and so do we. I was invited to eat with their dinner club that night back in February, and they were all so welcoming. They have a few 'sub clubs' that I've joined: dinner club, playgroup, book club, and I may or may not join the wine club. I do like my wine.:) So now I'm on a friendly wave, hi and chitchat basis with several of them, but it's too soon to tell whether any real friendships will come out of this for me.
I like our new parish even more since we started going to the 9:30 a.m. Sunday Mass at the Air Station 20 minutes away instead of the quiet little Saturday evening Mass here at Parris Island. I like how many young families I see walking in the door (the pews are far from being filled up, but still). I would really, really like to get to know some of those families more, but beyond a few introductions (thanks also to my friend in the OSC who is active in that parish) that hasn't happened yet. I know I'm partly to blame for that because once Mass is over, and then CCD which lasts until noon, all I want to do is get home and take a break. There was a picnic starting at noon a couple weeks ago and I told Tim I couldn't even imagine a picnic at noon -- swatting at flies and making small talk when all I want is to eat and nap. I am not good at the mingling and socializing stuff, even when there's time to kill between Mass and CCD, and then during CCD. It's a strange paradox: I like people but I don't want to make any of the effort required to get to know them. I just want to skip to the part where we see each other and go, "Hey!"
|Sending Daddy off on a trip|
This next paragraph was originally a long-winded and whiny paragraph about how Tim had to go right to work immediately after checking in here and never had a big chunk of time to devote to getting things done around here before he started being gone a lot, blah blah. And how we can't decide whether to paint or which color to use, blah blah. How I ordered new curtains and I'm worried I'll hate them when they get here. And how I have no decorating sense at all and I've been begging my sister Anna for ideas, which she has been happy to give. And how we still don't have enough furnishings to fill these big spaces, and I don't know when it will ever look the way I want. Reading through it was very boring and tiresome. I truly am grateful, despite the challenges it poses, to have all this space in a house. I would rather have this problem than the opposite problem! One of these days I'll get it the way I want it, or at least mostly, and hopefully I don't drive Tim too crazy in the process.
One bit of miscellany that I'm a little late in sharing: A few weeks ago I got a text from Jessica, whose house was the first playgroup we attended here. It was very strange, out of the blue: "Are any of you allergic to poison ivy?" I replied, "Not that I know of. Why?" She said, "I just found Delaney's crab in a patch of it." I let out a whoop of joy, thanked her (and silently St. Anthony) and within a short while Crabby and Snappy were reunited. Delaney was very ho-hum about it -- I guess she'd already moved on -- but it makes me smile to see the two of them sitting on her bed. Sometimes it's the little things that bring you the most joy. And yes, I realize sometimes the little things become way too big of a deal.
|When the conditions are just right -- me, him, the couch, his Wuddy (Lovey) and his thumb -- he'll snuggle up with me. It's the best!|