Take a Breath

The last couple of weeks have been such a whirlwind.

My sister is home from the hospital and is recovering well. We sold our NH home; the closing went without a hitch. The moving van came and left behind mountains of boxes and more furniture.

I need to sit still. And breathe. Doesn't that sound delicious?

We're settling into a routine here in our new home and community. Al and I enjoy singing in choir at church (Bar Harbor Congregational Church) which is great fun. And I'm also singing with the Acadia Choral Society. So that's two nights a week that I'm out.

I haven't found time to really investigate a local rughooking group. But I'm able to get into the local yarn shop (Lilac Lily) once a week or so; it's where I stop when I'm struggling with some persnickity part of a knitting pattern. It's quite a lovely refuge.

While working full-time (at least for now), I need to balance my extra-curricular and work activities. And then I need to balance those BOTH with just being. An old friend used to remind me from time to time, that we are human BEINGS and not human DOINGS. Good point. Easy to forget. Why is it that we find ourselves so busy that we almost need to schedule the down time. The empty time. With my short commute (walking from the kitchen to the sunroom, aka my office, doesn't take but a moment), I can maximize that quiet time before and after work.

One of the best parts of living somewhere new is meeting new people and making new friends. Maybe it's because there are so many of us here who are semi-retired or retired altogether, but it does seem that folks here are willing and eager to take the time to get to know each other. Visiting with new friends over dinner is such a great way to spend an evening.

Reading back over this entry --- it's got quite a jagged feel. Maybe even on the edge of frenzied.

For now, I'm going to sit here. And just breathe. Yummy . . .