Word of the Day: teeter-totter
teeter | ˈtēdər | verb \\ move or balance unsteadily; sway back and forth: (often teeter between) be unable to decide between different courses; waver: PHRASES teeter on the brink (or edge) be very close to a difficult or dangerous situation:
ORIGIN mid 19th century: variant of dialect titter, from Old Norse titra ‘shake, shiver’.
totter | ˈtädər |be insecure or about to fail
ORIGIN Middle English: from Middle Dutch touteren ‘to swing’ (the original sense in English).
Today was my favorite kind of day: skies were clear blue & sunny, which turned the leaves from merely yellow to bright, illuminated gold, there were Simpson clouds way up high, and the breeze made those gold leaves rustle and sprinkle down to the ground in leaf bursts. A comfortable temperature of 69° made it a perfect day to chop down the gardens, water for maybe the last time and gather up a few flower pots and things I’ll want to take along for the new yard. Also hung the skeleton at the front door in a nod to Halloween. Most of the good decorations are already waiting in the storage locker. Again this year, we are otherwise engaged for our favorite holiday and won’t be able to participate fully. So I guess the Halloween candy is fair game!
Today is Thursday. We move in less than 3 weeks. Tomorrow is a wedding for friends. Fridays are the new norm for weddings: more economical, easier to book venues, leaves the weekend open for guests and affords a longer honeymoon for the bride & groom. It’s our last scheduled social event this year. The day after, which is Saturday, we commence the dismantling process.
Now for the word of the day: Teeter-totter. My feelings about this big life change are up/down/up/down. It would be a lie to say I am 100% gung-ho about moving. I have some trepidation about it, which is natural I suppose. I see our Minnetonka home with new eyes. All the improvements we’ve made, the color palette carefully selected over years. Dayna and I did a walk-thru at the Kenyon house yesterday. She commented that there’s not much light inside. There’s an overhang above the front picture windows and also over a section of the patio. This prevents direct light, but the surface area of the windows are bigger, so I hope that equates to more overall light inside. That was a gripe I had about this house, and hoped to overcome in our next house. I need a lot of light in the winter months. We decided where to place furniture pieces in each room. I was curious to see if the two dining room tables and chairs were still there, allowing me to sell our current 7 piece dining room set. It’s time to figure out what will get loaded on the truck and what will be sent to live with other people. One thing that won’t survive the cut is the armoire (office in a box) that we bought last summer and struggled to get into the house. The thing is a monster to move. Ideally, our buyer will want to buy all the pieces so we can leave them here and not have to deal with them.
On paper, the dimensions of the new house are bigger than this house, but somehow, in reality, it seems smaller. This is a good though because it is our chance to whittle down to the essentials and leave the clutter behind. Question is: will I be merciless enough in my weeding process? I’m counting on my packer friends to help me with that.
While I am looking for to the seclusion, and the relief from traffic and big-box stores, I am a wee bit nervous about shedding my city-girl facade to become a country-girl. Will the small town lifers accept me? Will I find meaningful work? (Ha. That is such a city-girl thing to say.)
It’s all part of the remaking process. You can’t know in advance how the new version will stack up to the old. Just have to make the changes and then get used to them.
Sometimes “new” is better, and sometimes it’s just “new”.