Sunday bookends: Missing the familiar, I finally finished a book and observations since moving into our new home

It’s weird how I keep waiting for this new house to feel familiar when I know it will take a long time for it to happen. Oddly, it does feel somewhat like “home” already and did as soon as we moved in two weeks ago. I don’t miss the town we left, but I do miss the house and the familiarity of the neighborhood. I miss my tub that was bigger and how cozy our small bathroom used to feel.

I miss looking out my backdoor and seeing my neighbor’s house, knowing she’s in there being awesome, because she is. I miss that I could walk next door with a treat for her (though I wish I had done that more now) and she would tell me some hilarious story about her friends (she called one Divorced Debby), her trips to the local casino and her morning swims at the YMCA 30 minutes away. And I miss that sometimes when we were outside in the yard she would talk to me from her bedroom window and she would assure me that I will survive perimenopause and she’d had a lot of the symptoms I am experiencing when I was her age. Let’s be honest, I just miss her.

I miss being close to larger stores and larger playgrounds, but I don’t miss the cliques that were so prevalent where we used to live. I don’t miss driving by old houses where loved ones once live but no longer do or driving by the part of the local cemetery where so many young people were buried. I’m definitely glad to be closer to my parents and in a more rural area too.

Some things I have observed since moving here:

  1. I have failed as a mother because my son has no idea the difference between a washcloth and a hand towel.

“Oh my gosh! It’s like Grandma with the spoons!” To explain, my son sets the table when we go to my parents for lunch on Sundays and he sets the table with the soup spoons, which are larger, instead of the regular dinner spoons, which are smaller. The fact he still doesn’t know the difference cracks us up and the fact we even care what size the spoons are drives him insane. “They’re spoons! Who cares!”

So when he came back from upstairs with a washcloth for me to put in our tiny bathroom on the towel rack (emphasis on the word towel) I stared at him and thought, “My Lord, I’ve never taught my son what a hand towel is. What kind of a mother am I?” So I explained to him that a hand towel is larger than a washcloth, therefore making it easier to dry your hands on. His response? “Who cares?! You can still dry your hands on it!”

Anyhow, have I mentioned my son is a teenager now?

2. Speaking of our tiny bathroom, this room has started to become one of my favorite places to be.

No, it’s not one of my favorite rooms for any reason related to digestive issues I may or may not have (not, thankfully). It’s a favorite of mine because it’s small, quiet and no one can find me. The hum of the fan built into the light also drowns out the sound of whining children, barking dogs, the yowling cat or the husband asking if I’ve unpacked the rest of the clothes yet. I won’t deny I go in there with my phone, with the plan to sit there for a long while, though that plan often falls through and I end up coming out to the sound of a little voice asking “Mooooom? Where are you?”

3. I’ve have spent almost 18 years of marriage without a breadbox or a butter dish. And that is sad. I got one this week in the mail and just ordered the other. Thank you to my friend Jonica (isn’t that an awesome name?) who told me about this butter dish:

I can’t wait to try it out and officially have a butter dish (even though I don’t use that much butter since I no longer eat bread. I can put it on baked potatoes, though!).


4. I know I am officially old because the most exciting thing that happened to me this week was that I bought a breadbox and a vacuum cleaner. Not only was the vacuum cleaner exciting but I looked forward all day to using it and when it appeared I would have to go to bed before I used it, I made everyone stay up late so I could use it. I know. It’s so sad. I recognize this.

5. All of the windows in this house are crank windows. Every last one, which means it will be very hard to put air conditioners in the windows and we will be very hot most of the summer. Or it means we will call someone to replace some of our windows soon.

I finally finished Falling For You by Becky Wade, which was the second book in The Bradford Sister’s series. Each book of the series focuses on a different sister. The first book focuses on Nora, the second on Willow, and the third on Britt. And, of course, each sister has their own love story. I just started the third book in the series, Sweet on You this weekend. True to You is the first book in the series. Each book includes a romance and a little bit of a mystery. They are clean/Christian fiction and very well written.

I also read a chapter a night of About Your Father by Peggy Rowe. As I told her on her Facebook page, reading one chapter a night is like unwrapping a special gift at the end of a long day.

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712VW7RcmDL._RI_Because I want to start a garden, I’ve been watching a show from Ireland called Grow, Cook, Eat. I’m learning a lot about planting, harvesting and cooking various vegetables, but I’m also developing the weird habit of speaking in an Irish accent. We visited our local greenhouse Saturday and my daughter chose a Begonia, which I proceeded to pronounce the name of in a thick Irish accent. In public. So…yeah..there is a downside for those around me to me binge-watching an Irish show. Unfortunately for them, I’m going to watch it again this week as I try to decide the best way to take care of the flowers and the herbs I bought until I can figure out where I’m going to plant them.

I did learn this week that the garden space we have practically floods during heavy rainfall so I am considering building raised garden beds, which for someone whose thumb is more black than green (I kill plants. Remember?), is pretty ambitious, if not insane. Still, I would like to at least try to build them and plant in them and see what develops.

I also watched a movie called Juliet and Rodeo on Amazon that I thought was going to be totally horrible, but it actually wasn’t that bad. The acting was pretty authentic, less like lines being delivered, and more organically done. It’s about a romance writer who goes back to her father’s ranch to sell it after he dies. She goes back to her past (of course) and brings her daughter who meets a handsome young man and, you know, conflict and love ensues. It was a nice distraction from other things this week.

Getting out of the house Saturday was definitely needed and we enjoyed our trip to a small greenhouse about ten minutes from our house that has been run by a local family for the last 45 years or so. I’ll be writing about that trip in a separate blog post later this week. I picked up a hanging basket for my mom for Mother’s Day because I had a feeling I wouldn’t actually get it done next week. I am surprised at myself but I didn’t even take a photo of the basket before I dropped it off at their house on the way back from the greenhouse.

I did take a few photos at the greenhouse of my daughter dressed up as Elsa (side note: I can not take watching Frozen II one more time! NOT. ONE. MORE. TIME.)

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So what have all you been up to this week? Reading or watching anything good? Let me know in the comments!

Written by Lisa R. Howeler

I'm a mom, a wife, a writer, a photographer and a former journalist. I write a little bit about a lot of things on my blog Boondock Ramblings. In September of 2019 I self-published my first novel, A Story to Tell and published another one in May of 2020. I enjoy John Wayne and Cary Grant movies, Jan Karon's books, and I have an electic taste in music. Welcome to my blog and feel free to poke around. Fridays are Fiction Fridays, where I share a piece of fiction I'm working on.

13 comments

  1. That butter dish is so neat! I don’t have a butter dish or a breadbox so you’re one step ahead of me in the grown-up world. 😁
    The hand towel thing cracks me up! It sounds just like my daughter! And my husband can’t get over that I say wash rag instead of washcloth. Or rack for clothes hanger. πŸ™„
    We are putting in new windows and didn’t want to put AC units in them and mess them up. We got a mini-split system (Mr. Cool). It works really well and keeps the whole house cool. They have small ones you can put in each bedroom, too, which we’re going to research soon. Maybe that would be a cheaper option than replacing all your windows. πŸ™‚πŸ˜ƒ

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    1. I think my mom says washrag too. Maybe it’s a Southern thing. At college I would say I have to go wash my head and my friends were like “you mean your hair?” I’m like .. “Uh…yeah..?” I mean the head is under the hair but apparently it was a Southern phrase I had picked up from my mom, who is originally from North Carolina.

      I have considered the split system but if we do replace windows it will probably only be two of the ones that are one paned windows. That way we could put air conditioning units in those windows at least. Also, I don’t like the idea there are no windows here to climb out of if there was a fire or another emergency.

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      1. That makes a lot of sense about the windows. I wouldn’t feel safe with that either. My grandparents had the same kind of windows and a gas stove. Every time it came a thunderstorm we would have to go outside and sit in my granddaddy’s truck because he was terrified of lightning hitting the house and we couldn’t get out. So putting in a few new windows makes total sense. πŸ™‚

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  2. Oh this post was so refreshing! Loved your exchange with your teenage son, reminded me of me and my oldest 😁

    I know what you mean about missing old relationships and homes. Even though each one of our homes has been an upgrade, it was always very hard to leave the PEOPLE behind. In fact I miss our trailer court days because I loved being surrounded with people. The country just felt so lonely!

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    1. I was in a town, surrounded my people and felt lonely every day. We are in a much smaller town with woods behind us so this time we are in between (I still feel lonely most days) but I still like the almost country feel of it .

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  3. Aw maybe you can send letters to your neighbor? πŸ™‚

    My mom has those windows too! She has to use this portable air conditioner thing that goes in the house. I will try to find it and email it to you.

    Your daughter is the most adorable little princess! I am glad you enjoyed your field trip out. It must have felt so good!! Agree, raised beds sound like the way to go for your situation. It would be so disappointing to put work in to lose it! πŸ™‚ My husband also does a blend of soil, like Chelsea mentioned.

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  4. You’re braver than I am. Because of an annoyance with repeated things, I could barely stand Frozen II just the one time through!!

    And I think your garden will do well! Definitely try the raised bed thing, plus a good mix of soil. I think ours is vermiculite, peat moss, and garden soil.

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    1. I haated Frozen II. If she watches it now it has to be on her kindle and I try to get her in another room. I just can’t stand it.

      I hope the garden will go okay. I don’t know if I am brave enough to make the raised boxes myself and I have a feeling the men in my life will try to talk me out of it. πŸ˜‚

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