Yesterday was six weeks since I broke my wrist; today is six weeks since I came home from the hospital after midnight surgery (11 PM to 1 AM) to repair it. Six weeks for the bone to heal sounded so long, but in hindsight it doesn’t seem to have been too terribly long.
I do hate that I didn’t get to use those weeks to catch up on cleaning and organizing before the next round of birthdays and holidays. The next couple of months will bring Hazel’s 3rd birthday, Rose’s 8th, Mabel’s 12th, as well as Easter and Rose’s baptism. And the kids have lots of school projects. It’s always a busy time of year for us.
I have an idea to have a weekly “moving day,” when I pretend I’ll be moving soon, and try to get rid of unneeded things with as much abandon as if the alternative were to load them on a truck. The idea is that by doing this, someday when we actually do move, the process will be a little less wretched. But somehow the bare minimum of things that have to get done seems to take up all the time, week after week, and I never get around to my fake moving days. I guess that’s why actual moving days are so loathsome; we never really have time to move, but sometimes have to anyway.
Does anyone else feel overwhelmed by grocery shopping? Grocery stores make me extremely grateful that so much good food is so readily available so cheaply (I’ve heard that Americans spend 7% of their income on food, an unprecedentedly small percentage) and I’m all the more grateful after I get the food home. But in the store, I’m overwhelmed by all the decisions to make. Shall I pick up Valentines and candy for the kids’ classes now, and run the risk that the kids don’t like what I get, or wait and take the kids with me on a separate trip? (This time, I opted to buy now–wish me luck that the kids will be happy with what I chose.) How many canned goods can I fit in my cart and still have room for produce and bread? Should I wait to stock up on canned goods until a really good sale?
I always think I could (and should) be doing better at shopping cheaply, buying a good variety of nutritious foods, and building up an expansive and varied food storage for emergencies. My problem is probably that I have a detail-oriented mind AND a mind that tries to see the big picture, so the grocery store is just over-stimulating for me.
It’s silly, really, because even if I don’t do the best job ever at economizing, we’re doing fine. I’ll always hear stories of people who feed their families on a smaller budget than I do or are really good at finding deals and shopping sales– but we’re not going bankrupt on food, so my anxiety is based more on fear of failure, or the thought that I could do much better, than on actual harm befalling my family.
(I do need to keep building our food storage. And rotating it. And cooking more often–now that my broken wrist is nearly healed. But all that can be done a little at a time.) (Right?)
Hazel said something really cute and funny this morning, and I can’t remember what it was. Every day brings fresh losses.
I just finished reading Anne Perry’s “Death of a Stranger,” which is something like the 12th book in her William Monk series. I think I started reading this one before I broke my wrist, and then I just could not get back into it. Her books always start slow, and this one still hadn’t really caught my interest halfway in. I almost gave up on it. And then, finally, about two-thirds through, it got interesting and stayed interesting right to the last page. It even had a few plot twists I didn’t guess, and an exciting action sequence. So that was fun. I also liked that this book harked back to the first book of the series, “The Face of a Stranger,” and finally resolved some questions from that one.
It’s a little surprising to me that these books haven’t been made into movies or a TV series. Get on that, ITV.