It's easy to say one should begin in medias res, but when one is actually in the middle of things, it's hard to know where to start.
In the past couple of months, we have experienced quite a few changes and are expecting more. My husband's father was diagnosed with lung cancer, and in his tests a brain tumor was found. My husband was able to travel to Romania to visit with him before and after the surgery. His father had been doing well, then took a turn for the worse, then is doing a little bit better (unable to move much of his right side, but able to hold a book with his left hand). Please keep Tudor in your prayers.
We are expecting the birth of our third child in January. On the eve of the Feast of the Transfiguration (August 6), we felt a kick for the first time.
We will be moving from our current parish in Florida. Whence? We don't know, except "north," but that hardly narrows things down. When? We don't know, but probably in the next two or three months.
Our house went on the market on Thursday.
We've donated 19 boxes and three shelves' worth of books to friends, the library, and the James Joyce Society of Sarasota, and sold six bookcases (just now) via Craigslist. A carload of miscellaneous things has already been taken to Goodwill.
The feeling of the house has changed, and my feelings towards it have changed, too. It's much easier to pick up after myself and after the family because having one or two things out of place seems wrong when everything else has such clean (empty) lines. (I'm sure there's some sort of spiritual lesson to be learned there on further reflection.)
On the other hand, it also feels as though we've been robbed: just a few books are left on the shelves, and much of the detritus has been taken care of, including my desk—which is still messy; we've only been cleaning for about a week.
I've had nightmares about a particular book (or several), and have woken up in the middle of the night, simply wanting those books back. Getting rid of so many things at once has seemingly also awakened me to the very real idea that all these Things have very definitely attached themselves to me. I'm not far enough away from them to not miss them yet, but at least I realize that they are not necessary to me, my family, or my happiness.
This blog is one year and two days old. It started with the story of the young man who already followed the commandments of the Law, and then was told to sell all he had, give to the poor, and follow Christ. The "selling all" part seems to be the easiest of all of those!