a mammoth of a task ...

hello hello! goodness, the past few weeks have past in a blur of busy bee~ness and i had pin pointed this week for taking it easy but nope, that is not to be for another bee has gotten into my bonnet and off i go again. 

tis all too much ...

it has been six years since Mossy Shed received her coat of white and despite what it may appear, i have not painted her walls other than to cover up the odd wall of wallpaper and thus, she was looking and feeling rather bleah. and so on saturday i started what will be a mammoth of a task, to paint all her downstairs walls a fresh coat of white to brighten things up. whilst doing this i am also downsizing my motley collection of furntiure and knick knacks. sweet treasures i was keeping for a bricks and mortar store can no longer sit waiting for something which i have no idea will ever really become reality. to move forward, and to breath again, i need to let go and so i am. 

the result of this will be 'pre~loved pop~up stalls' over the coming weeks and months. i will of course mention when and where they will be, when and as i know. there will be knick knacks galore, forsaken souls, clothing, clogs, furniture, framed pictures and other peachy things, looking for new homes. many of which i truly would like to keep, as they are rather lovely but its time, time for a de~clutter of the utmost kind.

pre lick of paint, fair thee well greige ...

for today however i am carrying on with the task of painting... the fireplace got a new lick of paint and already the greige looking brick is looking muchly better. (photo shows pre lick)

i will confess the old bod is rather not up to the task of this herculean painting marathon so i am doing it in spits and spats. the first spit being our family space (its self not a small spit but a big old spit i might add) and one end of the kitchen, where i have also dragged kathleen's cupboard through and quite recklessly stripped her of her coat and busy filling her with kitchen paraphernalia which does not get used quite so often as the every day kitchen stuff. this has now given me more cupboard space to play with in the kitchen. whilst doing this i am being most strict and only allowing myself to keep what kathleen can hold in the way of my vintage or truly cannot part with treasures, all else will have to leave home. yep, this is serious stuff, no room at the inn, nor the shed, time to ship out and this includes our old church bench. 

looking for a new home on craigslist ...

all ready after two days i am feeling lighter and brighter, along with our shed

Regular Traditional Sunday Mass in Aberdeen

UPDATE: The Mass time in 11:15am, not 11:00am as previously advertised

 We are very pleased to announce that, at the request of Bishop Hugh Gillbert, OSB of Aberdeen, we, the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer, will now be offering a regular Sunday Traditional Mass once a month in Aberdeen.

The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass will be offered according to the 1962 Missale Romanum on the second Sunday of every month in Sacred Heart Church, Aberdeen.

 The Traditional Mass will be celebrated at 11:15am.

If you would like to attend the Holy Mass in the Extraordinary Form, please feel free to come on the Second Sunday of every month to:

Sacred Heart
Roman Catholic Church
15 Grampian Road, Torry
Aberdeen
AB11 8ED

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Cruise Orkney

 There are three large cruise liners coming into Orkney today with an aproximate total of 7000 tourists!  The shopkeepers will be pleased.

After Morning prayers this ship could be seen from Papa Stronsay making its approach to Kirkwall.  It is the MSC Magnifica.  At a build cost of $547 million, it weighs in at 95,128 tonnes.  Today it is carrying 2569 Passengers and 953 crew.

 

It was quite magnificent to see this huge vessel gliding along the usually empty horrizon.

I Have No Life

Still trying to find my way back here. Blogging is somewhat very self-aggrandizing and I'm not feeling too rah rah yet. And divorce is like the death of blogging.



Joe took the twins to their see their grandparents at the farm this week. They were over the moon excited to go. My mother in law bought the twins air mattresses to replace the cribs she had for them and when I talked to the kids this morning Reese went on an on about her new bedroom. She's such a funny kid. Air mattresses are the coolest thing to ever happen to her, apparently.



I got these pictures today, and word that Ryan asked for lunch and ate a whole grilled cheese sandwich, two slices of cheese, half a box of graham bunnies, a bunch of grapes and two cookies. All things that may seem normal for a growing boy, but it's not normal for my boy. Hearing about his eating adventure warmed my heart. I know it means he was engaged today, regulated, and that he's relaxed enough to eat. I know it means he's happy.

God I miss them. This is our fourth time apart. Ever. It's weird for them to be doing things without me. So weird.



Lola stayed home with me because she is still not really walking (getting there though!) and she's still the baby, for all intents and purposes. And when the kids are at the farm they ride horses and tractors and do all sorts of "big kid" things, she's just not there yet. Almost, but not quite. So I get to play singleton mommy for a few days and I'm loving it while it lasts. It's so different. My blood pressure at my OB appointment today was 110/60 and I joked with the nurse that it's because my two older kids are on vacation.

Yesterday I threw off her schedule big time and the poor peanut napped until 7 p.m. as a result, so we went to a pub for dinner (keeping it klassy) and split a bacon cheeseburger. She got my bacon and I got her cheese. The damn place didn't have highchairs, which totally reminded me of that movie with Reese Witherspoon where she's all, "you have a baby!...in a bar" Totes me. Anyway, sans high chair meant Bean ate while sitting on my lap. She managed to sit in a regular chair for part of the meal, but couldn't reach the table well. The cutest. Seriously. Once she finished her beer, we headed over to a friend's house to watch The Bachelorette and she stayed up till 11 p.m. I feel like I'm on 16 and Pregnant with this kind of parenting, but what the hell?

Anyway, tonight I got a sitter and went with one of Lo's therapists to a spin class at a new gym. First of all, damn, I love spinning. I felt (still feel, hours later) so, so good. Note to self: make room in the budget for a sitter so I can take spin once a week. Second of all, I realized that I have no life. Seriously, holy shit, people. I have no life. My kids are my WHOLE life, and I am not theirs. I mean, I kind of realized this after I went to Martha's Vineyard last month and the Earth didn't stop rotating on its axis, but the realization keeps punching me in the face.



I think I need to join something and meet people. Like get out and, uh, make something of myself. Maybe I'll join a running club or something. How high-fashion would it be to run in an adult diaper? Don't judge, four kids in three years and I pee myself at inopportune times.



So what does one do when the life they created ceases to exist? Obvi the kids are still priority numero uno. But now what?