Could you fit your life into 10 boxes or less?
It’s interesting to recall what I thought were so important the last time I moved overseas, and notice that those things aren’t coming with me for the most part this time around.
The number of things I consider my extra special treasures are diminishing.
And it makes me question why we keep some things.
My mother recently sent me a parcel that contained a lot of my school work and report cards from elementary school. I read them and was amused, but for the most part, I neither remembered much about them nor felt that the re-addition of them into my life added value.
So then why am I keeping my children’s art and schoolwork? Is it because I will want to look at it years from now? Is it because I want to give them back to my children eventually? Will the reintroduction of the work add value to our lives many years later?
Or will I feel better if they’re all gone and forgotten? It will definitely be one less box to transport and pay for!
Moving overseas is a big deal. Sure, I’ve already moved overseas once: from Vancouver (ish), BC, Canada to Tauranga (ish), New Zealand. But now it’s an even longer move: from Tauranga(ish), New Zealand to Fredericton (ish), New Brunswick, Canada.
It’s stressful. We have stuff to sell (we’re trying to go from a 3 bedroom house full of stuff to 10 boxes. TEN!), utilities to cancel, stuff to ship, a house to sell, things to arrange.
My mother reminded me of the Holmes and Rahe stress scale. Currently I’m at about 202 on there. We’re moving, we’re changing work, changing our family situation, etc etc etc AND … as if that wasn’t enough … a change of eating habits rates on that scale too.
I got fed up with feeling sick all the time and took myself off to a registered dietician. I told her that the healthier I eat, the sicker I get. And she asked me which foods cause me trouble.
I was prepared for that, and told her everything.
And the lovely lady just said “Well, that all makes a lot of sense to me. Have you heard of FODMAPs?”
Would you look at that. Someone who didn’t just say “Don’t be silly, of course you should be eating healthy food!”
Next thing I’m on the low FODMAPs food elimination stage and within a few days I’m already feeling much better. Six weeks on, I feel better, I look better, I’ve lost 6 kgs, and I feel vindicated. I knew all those “healthy” vegetables and fruits were making me sick!
Unfortunately, that means I’m trying to maintain this elimination stage AND start up the challenge stage of this wellness diet while I’m also trying to find accommodation in our new city.
It’s no wonder I’m under a moderate amount of stress at the moment!
Blogs are great when you’re supposed to be doing something.
I’m supposed to be doing a lot of things.
Instead, I wrote some haiku:
Who will edit it next year?
I don’t know at all.
Going to N B
Lacking in Playcentre Folks
What am I to do?
I wrote them for my Facebook friends and then realised I should post them here because over at Jenn’s You Know…that blog? it’s Haiku day. So here’s my contribution. Her theme was reaction – and well, both of these are related to that.
You see, we’re moving. We’re leaving New Zealand and going to New Brunswick. Nearly the complete opposite ends of the world.
Right now, I’m supposed to be packing, getting rid of stuff, calling people.
My reaction is to procrastinate and write haiku.
And here we are.
Do you wish you could buy those food products that you miss?
perhaps you should check out Uncle Sam’s – NZ’s online grocery specialist.
I did. Now I’m happily chomping some strawberry twizzlers and looking forward to some sweet mixed pickles.
I have it on good authority that they have a limited supply of nutter butters.
Perhaps you should check it out!!
**Disclaimer: I know the people who run the store and I may have been bribed with food to make this post. I am unapologetic.
It’s that time of year again, and I’ve been asked for the list.
As per usual, a piano tops the list. We still don’t have another room for one. So I’ve been told it’s not allowed on my list.
I’ve been pondering and pondering, and I think I know what I shall do for my list this year.
I’m going to list all the intangibles I want. You never know, I might get lucky.
Without further ado… here it is:
1) All the outside garden beds deweeded, re-matted, and re-rocked so that the weeds can’t take over quite so much.
2) A series of appointments to a nutritionist so I can get my food issues (IBS/allergies) sorted.
3) The time and energy to take everything out of my house, remove everything we don’t need/use/want, and then put everything back neat, tidy and decluttered.
4) Guitar/ukulele lessons
5) For our house to sell so we can get a place big enough for a piano!
Not thinking much of my odds, though.
Today I went as the Parent Supervisor with The Boy and 3 of his schoolmates to the local Chess Championships.
I’m not a chess player, so I knew nothing about what to expect or what was going to happen.
Here’s what I learned:
10) Parents who go to help at a Chess Championship should know how to play chess. I had no idea if our children were being treated fairly or not in their games, and I couldn’t help when they’d ask why certain strategies in the game happened. I’m really glad the teacher had already taught them the 4 move checkmate though – other children got caught by that!
9) When you’re playing in a championship, the same hand that moves the piece must touch the clock to end your turn.
8) If you touch a piece, you have to move that piece. If you touch someone else’s piece, you must remove it from the game (unless that’s an illegal move.) If you touch a piece and let go before you move it, your turn is done.
7) A lower rank team has the luxury of playing for fun. They’re playing to improve and learn, not necessarily playing to win. Much more fun, less stress. My team came in 14th out of 17 teams and they had a lot of fun!
6) A highly ranked team has stress over keeping their ranking. Not as much fun, and way more pressure. I was watching the highest ranked teams and there were tears, nerves, complaints, and some poor sportsmanship. Not sure how much learning or improving happened there.
5) Parents need to get over themselves and let their children play and learn. I’m certain a lot of the stress from #6 actually came from all the parents that stood around the table silently watching and communicating frustration through their non-verbal communications. I did that for the first game, realised how much trouble I was causing, and then purposefully stepped back and away from the tables for the rest of the games. Less stress for me, and less stress for my team!
4) If you’re setting up a chess championship, it’s better to make it so the toilets, kitchen, and exit are not on the other side of the room, with the only way there is a path through the competition tables. Talk about interference and distraction!
3) It is impossible to keep a room full of 50-75 adults and children quiet through a full round, waiting after their game has been decided, while other people are still playing. Especially considering point #4.
2) Practice is everything. That’s how a 7 year old (who has been playing since he was three with his parents, since he was 5 with his school and with an after school chess club, and been in the championships 3 years running) beats an 11 year old (who has only been playing for a year and had never been in a championship).
1) If you walk around one of these events with a clipboard, everyone will assume you’re in charge, even if you’re not. If I had been a bit more on my toes, I could have had a lot of fun! (I was keeping track of my team’s scores!)
You’ll need to read this post first.
I wasn’t comfortable with what happened, at all. I mentioned it in passing to the Vice Principal, by saying that I wasn’t complaining, and that I had thought about it for a long time, but that I was concerned that the children saw what they did. That had it just been nudes, that was one thing, but a woman playing with herself was inappropriate for the age group. Wouldn’t have bothered me for older kids, but for pre-pubescent children, I was uncomfortable.
I followed that up with an email:
Just further to our conversation – I just looked at The Boy’s art assignment from the Art gallery – his person has one hand picking his nose and the other one putting up a middle finger. I haven’t said anything to judge his picture to him, but frankly, for an 8 year old to think it’s okay to do that in art, that’s just not right. I’m really uncomfortable with it. He’s not allowed to pull the finger at home or at school, so we’re giving him a mixed message by saying it’s okay in art. I am very relieved that the other pictures seemed to go completely over his head – but what if it hadn’t?I just want to make it clear I’m not trying to lay blame on the school or the teachers. I am thinking that the Art Gallery should have notified the school of the content of their art show for the date the children attended. Surely they didn’t think that was appropriate for 7-9 year olds. Not all parents allow their children to watch inappropriate things on television or listen to inappropriate music!
I am wholly in favour of the children going to the art gallery. And I think sometimes displays at the art gallery are not appropriate for primary school children. So in future I think it would be a good idea to be aware of the content before they go, and maybe delay the trip where necessary. I also think, in future, the school needs guidelines in place to check the appropriateness of the content before a similar trip is scheduled.
If the Art Gallery doesn’t agree with that, then perhaps we need to find art elsewhere – like, perhaps, the art gallery right here in our town? Or even invite more artists to visit the school. I know both of my children thoroughly enjoyed the artist that visited and drew funny pictures of the teachers!
I understand that art should be controversial and get people to ask questions. And I’d also like to preserve my children’s childhood for as long as possible. Those two things should not be incompatible!