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I am moving

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I am moving copyI helped my youngest daughter move this weekend. She has flown the coop. Again. For the last time she tells me.

You are welcome at home anytime, I tell her. I know, she says. But I’m too old to keep coming back.

Saturday, we helped her move. And in the midst of it all, I prepared dinner for 10 and we bought a new sofa because one of the one’s we had was my daughters. We were just storing it for her… 🙂

Mid afternoon, with dinner guests expected for 7pm, C.C. says, after one last trip to Liseanne’s new apartment, “Maybe I should go buy a couch.” I don’t think he was too keen on my idea of using the lawn chairs in the living room.

I’d set the table in the morning (after I’d packed up all my daughter’s dishes which were waiting for her to come do it!) The lamb was marinating, the gazpacho chilling, dessert was taken care of and the potatoes were set to go in the oven. All that was left to do was the Rissotto, veggies, salad and appetizer. I was set.

“I’ll come with you!” I said.

The day before I’d seen a sofa I’d liked when I’d stopped at my favourite shop (Chintz) to pick up some small items for my daughter’s new home. I mentioned it to C.C. so off we went to check out my find.

Good thing  I know my man’s taste. He loved it. We bought it.

The challenge — could we get it home for the evening’s dinner party. They were willing to sell us the floor model — It hadn’t been on display for long — but they couldn’t deliver at such short notice.

We called my daughter.  Would her friend come back with his pickup truck and pick up the new sofa?  I love my daughter’s friends. They’re always willing to help. (I did express my gratitude with a take-home container of Gazpacho and a dish of Wild Mushroom Risotto).

By 6pm, we were home and after some finagling (like removing the front door) the sofa was in place and I was back in the kitchen cooking. C.C. got the appetizer tray ready while I prepared the rissotto and veggies. By the time our first guests arrived shortly after 7, everything was set.

Yesterday, my daughter and I went shopping for her new home. We started back at Chintz — I’d spied two matching lamps the day before that I thought were divine and I knew would be perfect for her bedroom. She agreed. Then off to the staples of modern living — HomeSense, Home Evolution, Home Depot with a side trip to Walmart and Costco.

The 6 hours of shopping was easy though compared to the unloading at her new place. Parking in the basement we had to go through two heavy (and I mean heavy) fire doors to get to the elevator. We had quite a stash (good thing I have a hatchback). It took a lot of juggling to get it all loaded into the elevator in one go, but we did it, including the glass desk she’d bought (did I mention it was heavy?).

the new sofa

the new sofa

All of this is to say — I’m tired today! But it doesn’t matter. Because in the midst of all the moving and shopping and carting and lifting, I got to spend yesterday with my youngest daughter. We shopped and chatted and compared notes on ‘Oh, I like that’ versus ‘seriously what were the designers thinking’. At one point, we took a quick sidetrip to browse the showroom of a furniture store I’d never heard of and whose name I can’t remember. We walked through the aisles and both of us commented on how fast we were moving through the displays. Beautiful furniture but the music was a fast-tempo Latino derived electronica mixture that was not conducive to spending time in the store. “Maybe it was just us,” I said as we both made a beeline for the exit. Everyone else seemed to be content to sit on the sofas and test out the easy chairs. We both laughed and once we were breathing freely again out in the beautiful May sunshine, we agreed. We’re both weird.

It was a busy weekend but the busy-ness didn’t matter. I got to spend it with people I love, sharing stories and laughter, delving into what makes life so rich — our connections. Though as I later told my eldest daughter, Alexis, as we chatted on the phone, the one thing that would have made it perfect was if it had been the three of us shopping together. But then, we’d never have been able to fit in as much as we did into my car.

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Author: Louise Gallagher

I believe we each have the capacity to be the change we want to see in the world, to make a world of difference. I believe we are creative beings on the journey of our lifetimes. It's up to each of us to Live It Up and SHINE!

7 thoughts on “I am moving

  1. Love this, Louise. It’s like you are the light at the end of my tunnel; I do wonder if I’ll ever reach this stage with my girls…

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    • Thanks Diane — I’m sure you will. It was lovely — I wasn’t expecting to spend the day with her shopping, I had intended to get ready for my art show next weekend, but when she called me at 11 and asked me what I was doing and would I be willing to go shopping with her … how could I refuse? When faced with an opportunity, decision or choice, always choose in favour of your passion — and spending time with my girls is my passion! Hugs

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  2. I think there’s something about moving — the packing up and unpacking, etc. that is great for a family. I remember packing up my grandmother’s things after my grandfather died and she was moving to a retirement apartment. There were lots of laughs. Good luck to your daughter in her new digs and enjoy your new couch! Sometimes it’s great to have an excuse to buy something new!

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  3. I want just half your energy! I’m amazed that in the midst of preparing for dinner guests you are moving your daughter, buying a new couch, etc. I’m breathless just reading this!

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  4. This makes me wish (as I often do) that my mom was much closer, so that we could enjoy days like this together!! I am thankful for Skype, though, even if it does not allow us to shop together! Sounds like a lovely weekend, and congrats to Liseanne on the new place! : )

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  5. I am with Diana there… i wish I had half your energy.
    I LOVE doing things with and for my kids and shopping to set-up a new place of living is absolutely fantastic. And it somewhat distracts from the sadness of having them leave home as it is focussing on their exciting new way making their own way in the world.

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