I told Joel the other morning that the older I get the more I’m satisfied with less. Give me my animals and I’m happy. I really don’t care that my van is 13 years old and has over 260,000 miles on it. I really don’t mind. My house is as old as the van and probably has as many miles on it and could use some sprucing up, but I’m okay with it. I’d have a fit if the carpet were new and the dogs ran across it with muddy feet (or Lexi “used” it) or Hubby wore dirty shoes across it or put a greasy machine part on it. It’s better to have older stained & torn carpet then a heart attack every time someone lives in the house.
Now, I did just go on a clothes spree at the re-sale shop, but I haven’t paid much attention to my wardrobe in years (part of that slow downward spiral that took a long time to hit bottom and take it’s toll). My fashionista, Karra, looked at my clothes and said,
“Mom, you have some cute clothes you just need more color.”
Aw, that’s so sweet. So, we all went and tried on clothes and I found some tank tops (more neutral than colorful) and a pretty ferns & flowers blouse, and a summery sweater in shocking pink! and a gorgeous knit shirt (that makes me look like Dolly Parton) in a bright torquoise. Sometimes you need to wear something different than the norm. I even bought a skirt & followed it up with a pair of pantyhose! Gosh, I haven’t worn a dress to church in an eternity – or since I outgrew my really nice dressy clothes and never replaced them.
I guess I’m not satisfied with my 10 year old wardrobe anymore, but honestly I’m not interested in having a showplace house that’s perfectly decorated and right out of a magazine – that’s just too much work. I like to tell people “This is a working house. If you want to see a showplace, I have a friend that lives down the road.” And her house is gorgeous. It’s well kept, neat and tidy despite the dog. It’s just not us. Hello, we live on a hobby farm! Even before the animals we had 5 acres of clay that turns to mud when it rains, or snows, or dews, or just gets looked at. And I wouldn’t trade my animals for anything (though a house on the beach is VERY tempting, but comes with its own set of messes, i.e., sand, dry sand, wet sand, sand, and more sand).
So, I’m content. Not that I want the whole world to see my shabby happy palace. Now, the carpet is mostly the fault of the installers who put a seam right down the center of the room – for real??? Of course, I did pick a white berber because it wasn’t brown and the only other choice was blue. We thought we’d replace our floorings in 5 or so years (before I filled the living room with stuffed to the gills bookshelves and the huge entertainment armoire that I will love FOREVER – it’s an Ethan Allen and I got if for a song at Big Lots!!!), but let’s see 5 years after we moved in we had given birth to my bouncy baby boy, had gone to Florida on vacation, I had discovered homesteading and was thinking about chickens and cows and sheep or goats, oh my! Actually, we went to Hawaii and then got chickens but that was in ’07. And of course we’ve mostly built a barn and had and lost animals and now have two fun and lovable dogs. So, the carpet stays, the paint is nicked and dirty, the wall around the new window in my closet still needs to be drywall finished and repainted and the bonus room (someone’s college apartment) is still unfinished. Buy hey, once the kids start rotating out we’ll be able to fix up the girls bedrooms (which need it much more than Kurt’s).
I guess in the long run, my kids are healthy, intelligent, gifted and blessed. They’ve given their hearts to Jesus. What else really matters?
And That’s What’s Reflecting on the Pond Today.