When we first returned at our farmhouse, there was a huge pile of wooden pallets on the burn pile. Our landlord told us that he was just going to burn them but we could use them for a bonfire if we wanted. My husband and I decided that sounded like great fun, so a couple of weeks later we invited some friends over for a little get-together.
The afternoon of our bonfire, my husband and I were studying the pile of pallets and discussing whether we should make the pile smaller.
My husband, most likely spurred by my teasing, decided to take my advice and left the pallet pile as it was. However, we did conclude that the pile was big enough that we needed to start the fire before our guests arrived. Consequently, we set out right after dinner to begin.
It took a few minutes for the fire to catch, but soon we had a cheery burn going. Then the pallets really started to ignite, sending bright flames into the sky. It was impressive.
We sat several feet away to watch our handiwork. But then the fire got bigger. Flames started rising higher and higher into the air and the intense heat made it impossible to get closer than 3 feet away. I told my husband, “Well, good thing there isn’t any wind tonight.” As I said this, bits of burning wood began to fall on the dry grass. Fire started creeping toward the house and even worse, the old shed that is next to the burn pile.
We realized we had made a terrible mistake and that our innocent little bonfire was going to become a giant farm fire. Fortunately, we were somewhat prepared. By “prepared,” I mean we had a hose that didn’t quite reach the fire and a gallon bucket that looked miniscule next to the roaring fire. We set to work trying to fight the flames.
Thankfully, despite our initial stupidity, we were able to wet enough of the ground around the fire to get it under control (and before anyone else arrived!). Of course, because it was my idea to leave the giant burn pile as it was, I had to bear the brunt of the blame for almost burning down the farm.
This past Wednesday was the first orientation meeting for the call process. Since I had the day off, I tagged along with my husband to hear firsthand what is going to happen during these next 8 months. For me, I don’t have to do much. I’ll fill out the call application with my husband and eventually join my husband at an interview with the Call-Organizer-Professor-Dude (I’m not sure what his official title is). My husband has to deal with the brunt of the work–lots of paperwork, making sure all of his course work is completed, and passing his Theological Interview. Since I’m a control freak, it’s a bit nerve-wracking that I have to quietly sit by as my husband does most of the work for the call process. I’m putting my future into his hands (no pressure, Honey!).
As for how I’m feeling, I haven’t had a major freak out like I did during the start of the vicarage process. Perhaps it’s the drugs doing their job, perhaps it’s that we’ve been through this state of unknown before and I know we’ll live through it. Most likely it’s that I’m living in a state of denial and refusing to think about the stress of the upcoming months. Part of me knows that if I really take the time to think about how scary the unknowns are (Where will we be living? What kind of church will call my husband? Will there be a call for my husband?!), I’ll do this:
I finally finished putting up our remaining decorations on Wednesday. Well, at least the decorations I intended putting up this year. There is a box of decorations and some miscellaneous paintings sitting in my office that will not be going up this year. I keep meaning to repack them. . .
Anyway, as I was finishing hanging the decorations, I had two reoccurring thoughts. First:
Oh well, I didn’t care that the pictures weren’t level and the decorations on the wall weren’t positioned to their full aesthetic potential. It will all be coming down in 9 months. This is how my decorating has been since getting married–haphazard because it was all going back in boxes soon.
However, it occurred to me that I don’t know how to decorate with the intention of living somewhere for more than a year. Sure, I know how to get a house completely unpacked and organized in a week, but I have no clue how to arrange pictures and paintings in a way that I can stand looking at them after 3, 5, or even 10 years. How do I shift my thought process from “Slap it up so it’s done” to “Let’s do this carefully so it doesn’t have to be redone”?
How do you decorate a house after moving?
So I had a picture started for a new post, but doodling is currently on hold as I try to do triage on my laptop. I may or may not have clicked on some buggy links and may or may not have acquired some viruses. Whoops. . .