Still in a holding pattern

To anyone who might still be listening:

Back in February, I posted that we are “on the move again”. And, we are, but, evidently, very, very slowly. We have looked at 20 properties so far. I have seen five (or was it six?) that I would happily have signed on to rent, but in each case, Rod, whose turn it is to make the final decision, had very valid reasons that they wouldn’t suit.

And so, the search continues. We saw six properties last weekend, on Jack’s 14th birthday, including two that would have contented me. I am, however, keeping out of the decisions to apply or not. (I could otherwise become overbearing on the subject – and that’s not fair when I selected the last two homes we’ve shared.

No, the lovely cottage to the right is neither where we live nor one of the houses we’ve looked at – just a very beautiful place I saw on a photo walk last August – the day before I broke myself, as a matter of fact.

The long search has made packing easy – I pack a box or two every few days and have reached the point where soon there will be nothing we don’t need day to day left to pack. The spare room is completely full and the back hallway is becoming impassable – which under the circumstances is probably a good thing. )(Packing in a panic at the last minutes is seriously no fun and terribly inefficient.) As always, packing the books is the hardest – I consult them regularly, and never more regularly than when I can’t reach them!

I hope to be in our new place by winter solstice, or my birthday at latest, so maybe I can live without them for a month. But my craft supplies?!?! A month without crafting? No, those I think, get back in the last week, along with the kitchen. How else will I stay sane?

Jack and I continue to take frequent photo walks, though not quite a frequent now that autumn rains and cold snaps have made them a but more risky. Up until this week, we continued to swap cameras – one of of us on the DSLR and the other on Rodney’s “antique” point and shoot. On Saturday, for his 14th birthday, Jack got a beautiful, expensive point and shoot camera. He didn’t often take advantage of the DSLR capabilities, and this means he doesn’t have to worry about carrying a big camera, but his photo quality should be more consistent now. That’s pretty important because he has to put together a photo portfolio by the end of the year for his homeschool review. (Art is a required subject and we figure it’s best to focus on documenting what we do, rather than trying to fit new subjects into our busy schedules.)

The other advantage, of course, is that with three cameras, we can all go for photo walks together. Rod is up to it these days, so it will be fun rather than frustrating.

I’ve mentioned my ‘project’ to reduce my thyroid dose. It’s still ongoing. I am down from 7 grains to 1.25 and in a few weeks I’ll be at 1. I was interested to discover that the reason that it took three months to recover after each reduction was that I have, since I retired, been steadily impairing my metabolism by under eating. At the office, I used to bring leftovers and eat them every few hours throughout the day. After Rod left, there were never leftovers because Jack and I didn’t have much interest in food without Rod. Once I retired, we were simply too busy to prepare major meals.

We occasionally ate lunch once we got here by experimenting with new recipes of various kinds, but as we got more busy, it got harder to make the time to prepare food and it was rare for all of us to be here together in the middle of the day, so we mostly stopped again.

The over-treated thyroid covered the symptoms of slowed metabolism, but when it was taken away, the symptoms came on with a vengeance. It was that and not the reduced thyroid dose, per se, that was making me so sick.

So in the last few weeks, I have been trying to make sure I eat lunch. I make up a batch of “veg dip” and cut up crudités to have on hand to make it as easy as possible.

Eating them as been harder than I expected, though,  because I have also lost interest in eating breakfast.  If I wait until I am hungry, I end up eating for the first time around 4 or 5 pm…which is not the direction I need to go. I am starting to have symptoms of Cushing’s syndrome from the fasting, so it’s getting more serious and I have to get it under control.

Is this, I wonder, how anorexia feels? I cold never really understand choosing not to eat – I love food! But lately…not so much.  Food seems like an awful lot of effort – not just to prepare, but also to eat. Honestly, it;s been easier lately to cook a meal than to eat it. That is bizarre, when I stop to think about it.

Of course, moving is also going to be expensive, so we have been putting aside every cent we can. We have been cutting way back on meat and expensive veg and eating more carrots and potatoes. I haven’t been able to re-fill my supplements or my bone knitting herbs since February, either. I am learning that they really, really were making a big difference to my health. Good to know – but probably also adding to my stress levels.

Oh well. It’s almost over.

Yikes! It’s dinnertime!

The guys will be home and very hungry in about thirty minutes because..wait for it…we all missed lunch!  chortle I crack myself up.