Monday, February 3, 2014

Little niceties

I had a wonderful visit recently with a dear friend in NYC.  As we spent the afternoon lunching and browsing in shops (like proper girlfriends should!) I bought myself some lovely little soaps.  When I got home I was surprised to open a (yet another damn moving) box and find my grandmother's vintage soap dish and cup.  My lovely little soap looks perfect in her dish and is an ever present reminder of her and the beauty of simple things.  I also love the contrast of the fragility of vintage porcelain and the old-fashioned rose print against the hard brown granite countertop so popular in present day.  That reminds of how I feel on the inside and the front I must put in to confront the world.

Friday, January 17, 2014

A much needed tattoo

On a recent day I was struggling.  Sad and confused and overwhelmed about a situation.  My head was spinning.

I stopped at Starbucks as I do from time to time and the barista was a woman I've never seen there before. She had a tattoo on her arm, Proverbs 3: 5-6.  I asked her what the scripture was and she recited:

Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding.
In all ways submit to him
and he will make your path straight.

I got teary and whispered "I needed that today.  Thank you."  In that moment, I so clearly felt God's presence.  Right there, right beside me, crying with me and holding me up.  He knew what I needed to hear, what I needed to be reminded of.

It was similar, but not quite the same as the time in the car and the time in the chapel.

I went back to that Starbucks and saw Shannon again and told her again what an impact seeing her tattoo that day had on me.  She said that the funny thing is that she's not supposed to be showing her tattoo at work and that she normally wears long-sleeved shirts, but that day all her long-sleeved shirts were in the laundry.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Still here

I'm still here.

Life is fine, most days it's even pretty good but time is so terribly, terribly short.

In addition to the regular life of working part-time (ish) with travel once per month, leading a Girl Scout troop, working with Mr. Q to run our household, staying in touch with friends and family in real life, and reading/commenting on blogs, my life is full.  Add to that I'm consistently working out 3 times a week and there just isn't any time for blogging right now.

Working out consistently for the past 2 months has been awesome for my mood, energy level, and quality of sleep.  I haven't lost a darn pound but my clothes fit better, I feel great, and I know that I need to do (eat better) to lose pounds.

I've made some friends here, although I need to do more if I want to nurture those friendships.

For the next few months, any free time I have will be taken up by skiing.  I've re-arranged my work schedule to give me a free day during the week to ski.  Tomorrow is the first time I'm going (and Mr. Quimby is playing hooky and going with me) and I'm really looking forward to it.

Much love,
Thrift Store Mama

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Ramona's First Loose Tooth

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

In my defense...

My blogger dashboard has been acting up, so I've only been able to submit blog posts from my phone which is positively excruciating.

But now it seems to be mysteriously working again, so I'll be posting and back dating.

I have LOVED reading my friends blogs this month.  I read everyday!

Friday, November 22, 2013

Beverage Center

Another place I love in our new house is my beverage center.  Coffee maker, coffee, sugar, teaspoons, and travel mugs all in the same place.  Seltzer maker, seltzer bottles, and water bottles all in the same place.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Slush Fund Closure

The work of changing my life from the DC Metro area to the Denver, Colorado area continues.

Today I closed my "slush fund" account.  The bank account that I always insisted had to be in my name only.  I don't know why, exactly, that I felt so strongly about this - it has just always mattered to me to have at least one account with a bit of money in it in my name only.  It wasn't even really a slush fund - Mr. Quimby just called it that.

This particular account was from a small credit union that had a branch at the campus where I went to college.  I remember opening it with my parents in the fall of 1991 when I was a freshman.

Now that I am here and our joint account is still at another credit union where Mr. Quimby opened his account when he was an intern on the Hill in the late 80's, it didn't make sense for us to have two DC based credit unions as our only banking options.

So, it was with sadness that I filled out the form to close my credit union account.  I called today to confirm receipt, and the woman who answered the phone said that they had received it and that the check had already been cut.

It seemed so final - I hesitated, wondering if I should say something like "thanks for being my credit union for the past 22 years."  But I didn't.  I just said thank you.

22 years is a long time.  It still feels sad.
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