I spent the weekend purging small things sprinkled about the house. As a result, no one can tell I've purged anything, except the outside garbage can, which is now full.
Bid season is approaching, with the list potentially released as early as this Friday. So my stress level is slowly (rapidly?) mounting inside. We'd like to head overseas, ideally after a year of language training. This would enable us to enjoy another year in the U.S. while also knowing we have an overseas assignment on the horizon. And language training extends the time period for not bidding for another year. Yay. But, realistically, we'll take anywhere with two jobs available and good schools. Which also could mean staying in DC another two years. Or, whatever. Could mean anything. We'll find out what it means in November.
I digress. Thinking about bidding means thinking about moving. Thinking about moving means thinking about packing up our house. Thinking about packing up means thinking about unpacking again - and my goal is always to unpack within two weeks. Which means we have to be lean and light on the packing, so it's easier on the other end. I feel like I'm talking about bidding and moving as if I were in a "Give a Mouse a Cookie" book.
Thus, the tension in anticipation of the bid list has found an outlet in purging. I tackled some toys and baby things this weekend. I consolidated two books of cut out recipes into one, in the process getting rid of many recipes cut out pre-2007 ... i.e., ones I know I'll never try until Ian is about 15 and I have time to think about cooking and people who will sit down for longer than 20 minutes to eat.
We've lugged around a bread machine around the world which never seemed to work properly. A friend of Beth's who is moving unloaded some bread flour. I bought some fresh yeast to give it a try. Must to Greg's chagrin, the bread machine appears to work, when plugged into reliable electricity with fresh bread flour and yeast. As much as I know he wanted to purge that, I think I'll keep it. At least he can enjoy some fresh bread, right?
Bid season is approaching, with the list potentially released as early as this Friday. So my stress level is slowly (rapidly?) mounting inside. We'd like to head overseas, ideally after a year of language training. This would enable us to enjoy another year in the U.S. while also knowing we have an overseas assignment on the horizon. And language training extends the time period for not bidding for another year. Yay. But, realistically, we'll take anywhere with two jobs available and good schools. Which also could mean staying in DC another two years. Or, whatever. Could mean anything. We'll find out what it means in November.
I digress. Thinking about bidding means thinking about moving. Thinking about moving means thinking about packing up our house. Thinking about packing up means thinking about unpacking again - and my goal is always to unpack within two weeks. Which means we have to be lean and light on the packing, so it's easier on the other end. I feel like I'm talking about bidding and moving as if I were in a "Give a Mouse a Cookie" book.
Thus, the tension in anticipation of the bid list has found an outlet in purging. I tackled some toys and baby things this weekend. I consolidated two books of cut out recipes into one, in the process getting rid of many recipes cut out pre-2007 ... i.e., ones I know I'll never try until Ian is about 15 and I have time to think about cooking and people who will sit down for longer than 20 minutes to eat.
We've lugged around a bread machine around the world which never seemed to work properly. A friend of Beth's who is moving unloaded some bread flour. I bought some fresh yeast to give it a try. Must to Greg's chagrin, the bread machine appears to work, when plugged into reliable electricity with fresh bread flour and yeast. As much as I know he wanted to purge that, I think I'll keep it. At least he can enjoy some fresh bread, right?
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