Having the For Sale sign go up just beyond the fence last night, having the listing "go live," all this is a relief, in some ways, and in others, of course, it generates all kinds of confused emotion. Generally, I guess, having processed all the angles, made the decision, done more cleaning and organising in a few weeks than I've done in years, I'm ready to get on with it all. I want to be brusque and energetic and decisive, and I'm pretty much fed up with leaking tears. Onwards! I had thought I'd be writing a bit about why we made the decision to move and what's next and what the process has been like, and perhaps that will still happen, but I'm going to give myself some wiggle room. . .
So I'm very glad to be able to leave the keys with the realtor and the maintenance to the house-sitter and head off to Vancouver to meet up with our Rome peeps! Yes! They're flying home (well, we still call it home even if they no longer do) for a whole month. The distraction of a walking, talking, delightful toddler -- just the age to amuse the 7-year-old and 3-year-old quite thoroughly while being an object of wonder to our two just-barely-Ones. Can't wait to see them altogether!
With all this going on, I do wonder how much time I'll find to post, but I am ever mindful of the recent promises I've made, topics I want to cover, conversations we've pushed the Pause button on. I'll do my best, and I know you always understand.
Meanwhile, apropos of some of the comments on my most recent post, I thought some of the newer readers might like to see what I said about the whole Visibility of Women of a Certain Age phenomenon, about representing ourselves and recognising ourselves through photographs. Here's one from 2013, dated in its reference to other blogs, yes, but gives you an idea of some shifts in my thinking. Within a few weeks of my posting that, Elizabeth posted this great piece in response. Unlike her, I don't find clothes boring although lately I've been impatient with what seems a constant expectation for variety. . . But as interested as I am, from time to time, in What I Wore posts,(and I'm pleased to hear from some of you that these What I Wore posts are worth including occasionally) I'm more interested in the whole notion of representing our older selves, visually, and I thought a bit about that in this post. And, of course, I wrote a series on Portraits, particularly one I had my girlfriend paint, of me, as a gift for my husband. Starting here will take you back, via a number of links, to the beginning of that series, should you be interested.
I'm off now, but I'll be checking in to read your most-welcome comments. Have a lovely weekend!