Reality of Change and Pressing Pause on the Fantasy.

Now the initial excitement over Michael getting a job and our upcoming move has started to wear off a bit, and the Reality of the MOVE is setting in. I'm still thrilled to be relocating to the DC area, but moving is always challenging.
Challenges to face:
1) Find a home (preferably one that has a yard so that I can have a garden...and maybe 3 chickens...and a beehive). We are probably going to be renting for the first year...possibly a yardless apartment...but we are hopeful that we can rent a house.
We want to live super close to Montgomery College, where Michael will be teaching. We fantasize about Michael being able to walk or bike to class. Seriously, Michael on a bike, head in the wind, not driving (saving $ on gas, no car insurance, no polluting), getting a workout in the process, is hot stuff. Hubba hubba.
Since we have that particular fantasy, we are limited to a small geographic area surrounding the college...so our home/apartment options are indeed limited.
I would really love to have eggs laying around in the backyard, hiding under leaves of spinach and cabbage like sweet yolky Easter presents. And I'd love to harvest my own honey, hear the hum of industrious bees as they pollinate my hollyhocks and phlox. But alas, my beehive and chicken fantasies may have to be compromised for some time.   
2) Find another Co-op for Noah. This is a ginormous challenge! I've been so fortunate here in Syracuse to find an awesome co-op...not so sure it can be replaced. Noah and I are both going to miss the friendships we've luckily stumbled upon through co-op. Plus, even though co-op is not a 'preschool', Noah has been learning so much from the good Miss Lewis, and the good Miss Sarah. And he learns so much from the other kids too- like sword-fighting and new and interesting fart noises. And how to share. And how to accept differences. And how to listen. And how to put on and zip up his own coat. In Syracuse, this is a huge milestone that kids must meet before they are admitted to Kindergarten...otherwise those poor teachers would spend all day just getting kids bundled and unbundled.
3) Tying up all the loose ends around here. Can't leave my mother-in-law swinging in the wind. We have to make sure that we leave our current home in such fantastic condition that people will be lining up to purchase it! Packing. Cleaning. Repairing.
And I have to go through all of the STUFF we've accumulated over the past couple of years...the stuff piling up in the basement...laying around in the attic...bulging out of the shed....littering the yard. What to keep, what to yard-sell, what to freecycle?

Where to begin?  
 
So, while I am delighted for a new beginning in a place which promises opportunity, I am slightly overwhelmed (or maybe just over-caffeinated) by all the details to attend to...and the sacrifices that must be made.

Diggin in the Dirt and Eating Veggies in Syracuse

It has been far too many moons since I have blogged. Oh my. Blame it on Facebook. I was a success in New Orleans...and dangit...I love that city...was offered a great job...all seemed very do-able. But when I returned home to the 'Cuse, Michael, and Noah...too many things were stacked against the move. For one, Michael, my dear hub, had no possibilities opening up in NOLA...Tulane, UNO, Loyola- not hiring due to the sour and scared national economy. He was dreading what his new job would become: stay-at-home-dad. Ughh! That brings me to number two: NOAH!!! While I was in NOLA interviewing, Noah was seriously regressing. Potty time goes awry. Behavior: out of control! He was sooo clingy...my little Klingon. Heart- breaking. Of course I would rather take care of my own wee one while I can...

So I turned the wonderful job at Lafayette Academy down. We will not be residing in the Big Easy this year. No cute little shotgun shack. No strolls through Audobon Park. No Sazeracs in the French Quarter. No Jazz. Not this year anyways. Noah is three. I can pursue those opportunities in NOLA or elsewhere when marches off to school.

Here in reality I sit. Syracuse. My abode for however long needs be. I have to make the best of things. For a good 6 months of the year, Syracuse is fine...lovely even, this time of year. And what is better than planting seeds, tending to, and watching things grow...children...flowers...herbs...

About a month ago, I poured all of my pent-up energies into a curvy backyard island garden. I planted Purple Dalmation Foxgloves, deliciously-scented pink Phlox, Bee's Balm (aka: Oswego Tea), a peachy volumptous Asiatic Lily, some kind of spikedy succulent looking plant who I can't remember his name...all around a huge cluster of Purple Bearded Iris that we planted last year. And one of the most satisfying things about it was that I created a rock border around the island, and placed mini rock Zen piles throughout. I loved selecting stones and stacking them! Taking it apart and re-stacking. I guess I'm a stone stacking freak. I also really love uncovering all the worms and creepy crawly things as I am planting and weeding. It convinces me that the soil is fertile, and I am amazed that all of this life survives and thrives here...in this witches' teet of a chilly place!

Another thing: I checked the Moosewood cookbook out of the library. I have been trying out recipes here and there (Apple Cheese Pancakes, Vegetable Stroganoff, Zuccanoes, Bread Pudding) and have renewed confidence in my abilities. I have a strong desire to feed my family healthy, creative, delicious grub. And if I can slowly, sneakily, remove meat from our diets...I will feel spiritually happier. (I saw this really gross episode of This American Life recently- in which they visit a modern pig farm...and I did barf a little in my mouth when they showed the pigs... umm...er...being inseminated...and then the teeny slimy piglets plopping on out). I still like ham and cheese...but...but...there ARE meat substitutes! For goodness sakes, I'm not Little Miss PETA, but we can do better than how we treat animals.