Patiently waiting has reaped some major rewards in the month of November. New house, new baby!
We moved into our new house on Halloween and gave out candy in two locations. Smooth move thanks to Fuller Moving Service. Making this house into a home is a piece of cake.
Expect stress when you haven’t moved for 32 years. All the uncertainty, planning and waiting brings up doubts and fears. In my case stress leads to eczema. Usually relief is found in my photography and my Libby, but I am too busy for long walks and photo outings. I found some relief by using ice packs.
I had a three month timetable to move, and that helps relieve some of the stress. Planning and packing carefully helps me stay organized. Making lists and crossing off completed jobs works for me. Packed away all the extra dishes, books (we have plenty), decorations and tchotchkes. This makes the home look more like an impersonal house, and almost ready for sale. With the exterior painted, and a deep cleaning by Tico’s Cleaning Service the house was ready for Dale Apodaca at Coldwell Banker to sell. Five weeks later we are in contract. All is going according to plan. Sounds like smooth sailing now, but there were some bumps in the process.
There was this small matter of breaking my thumb. Purple cast for a month in the hot summertime.
On November 28 I called my insurance company to end my ownership at Wyman Drive. Still working on closing accounts, and changing addresses. No small task in this age of Homeland Security.
November 23 was Thanksgiving and I really wanted to celebrate in my new home. This holiday always said home to my mother and father, and I feel the same. David served as chief shopper and chopper, and together we were ready. Joshua, Annie, and Lincoln drove in from Richmond. Isaac and Alyssa joined us. The Kohut’s helped with this first holiday in Fair Oaks. My daughter’s family was focused on the next BIG event.
Wyatt Arthur Dennis entered our world at 2:08 p.m. on November 27th. All 8 pounds even and 21 inches perfect!
His middle name Arthur recognizes my father, Wyatt’s great grandfather.
Now I can focus on my photography!
My right hand is on the mend, and I can once again hold my trusty D7100. With Old Sacramento as the destination I joined my CTT friends in a Scavenger Hunt. 50 items and about 2 hours I didn’t give in to any pressure. I wanted to pay attention to how I captured the image.
This scavenger hunt added a photographic design element to many items. The usual suspects included rule of thirds, leading lines, and repeating patterns. The last item repeating patterns was actually repeated. More unusual ones: do what a sign says, you can smell it through the photo and topsy turvy pushed my creativity. And getting a very low perspective may have pushed my physical endurance on this warm September day. Probably would not have been able to get up!
This scavenger hunt produced some interesting results. It is a great way to get out, have fun, enjoy good company, and practice some good photographic techniques. I will keep this list for another time because it challenges me to look around and improve my images. Not much photo processing this time. Because I am getting used to holding my dslr I only used my 18-200mm lens this time.
Days of Atonement, clarity, introspection, meditation, taking in the moment are ways I see the High Holidays. The time between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur serves as a time to take stock of the past year, and think about the future.
Usually I start with creating the ritual meal. Shopping items include chicken, matza meal, noodles, apples, gefilte fish, Manischwitz Concord Grape Wine, and a round challah (getting harder, and harder to find). The meal takes a lot of preparation and while I chop and peel I remember the past year. The lose of my parents is with me daily. I do take some comfort in knowing they are together. But this time the holiday felt different.
In the process of moving I get to look at a lot of accumulated stuff. 47 years of marriage, 31years in the same house, and only in the past month have we become “empty nesters”. I inherited much from my parents. I found some home movies from early 1960s that I transferred onto a DVD. Technology has come a long way from a Super 8mm film camera. Back to the time of silent movies with exaggerated movements.
October begins a new chapter for the Frankel’s with the move to Fair Oaks (6 miles away). Not so much distance, but a reset nevertheless. Still don’t know exactly how we plan to arrange our “stuff”. Luckily we have a 3 car garage, and that is where our boxes will go. Then we have another chance to decide about stuff before it finds a place in our new home. I feel excited, and I hope that enthusiasm continues.
Selling a house is not fun. My house has never been so clean. My Libby is into the routine, and as long as I have her food ready, she jumps into the car in a moments notice. Trying not to take feedback personally. I just hope that process does not drag on. Listed for not quite a month, and it is starting to feel old. Yesterday was the first day I didn’t go overboard and pick up every little thing. Thinking maybe that a watched pot does not boil, a spotless house does not sell? My mother would say, “You just need one buyer, and for every house there is one buyer.” Patience. My friend Anne came over and blessed my house to release any negative spirits that may be preventing its sale. An open house is scheduled for Sunday. We are doing all we can!
In the coming year I plan to research my family roots. I started my family genealogy while studying for my Libraian credential in 1983. That was before Internet, computer software, and the end of the Cold War. Now there are so many ways wto proceed. New documents are coming on line all the time. I joined the Jewish Genealogy Society of Sacramento and participated in 2 classes. I am not sure where this will lead. Perhaps a book documenting my family history. Maybe just continued research into the Shoah and its meaning in my life. Maybe a way to establish connections with other researchers and librarians. I hesitate to involve myself in another group, but maybe I do this for just that reason – to overcome.
I’m not usually comfortable joining a group, but being part of my 2nd Gen group encourages me to try and feel a part of something bigger than myself. I learn, find support and appreciate my CVHEN (Central Valley Holocaust Educators Network) 2nd Gen friends. After so many years, I finally have people I can count on. Photography helped to crack through my isolation. Despite the difficulties I encountered I could use my camera to refocus my thoughts. Getting out with friends, doing something, and creating is the key. I hope I don’t let my friends down. I plan to be mindful and appreciate my friends.
Thinking back over the past year I tried, but may not have succeeded in taking a step back around my family. The role of care taker may have placed me a position of power, and I may have sent the message that I know what is best. There is a delicate balance between taking care, and allowing space. I plan to be more mindful of this. The balance between decision making, and indecision. Some decisions I made were hard, yet I made up my mind for what I hope will be best for my family.
As is said at this time, “May you be inscribed in the Book of Life.”