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Needs a title

This has not been the most prolific blog experiment, I do realize. Nevertheless, here I am again, trying to see if anything grows.

Ok, on the subject of moving, an excellent walk today, again with my friend J. (I’m already sensing a little theme here.) At only 1:18 pm:
Jawbone says 11,032 steps, 5.1 miles
Fitbit says, your battery is low, and also, 10,784 steps, 4.81 miles

Same wrist and all that.

More on moving. As previously noted, we’ve moved. Two months here, and we haven’t totally moved in. At what point is a house a home? My room sorta feels like home, mostly because I’ve got my stuff semi-set up in there, and because BBL is there, too. As far as the rest of the house? Not moving, but feeling stuck. Where do all of these things go? Do we need two sets of silverware, pots and pans, and dishes? (Actually, we need more dishes. A full set that we all could use would be nice.) Or does it just not matter, about the stuff, that is? This I need to figure out. It shouldn’t matter, the stuff, that is, when determining if a house is a home.

On a separate note, I am looking forward to the return home, in three days, of the littlest Featherstone. Not only do I want to give him the world’s most enormous hug, but he can also help me (he promised) make this whole thing more visually appealing. Hey, every little step helps, am I right?

Movin’!

Thanks to an excellent walk with my friend J, today’s stats are:

Jawbone: 12,700 steps (5.8 miles)      Fitbit: 13,581 steps (6.05 miles)

I don’t really have an explanation for the difference. Same person, same wrist, blah blah blah.

While walking and talking today, I thought about writing and blogging and what I am trying to do here. If it’s not clear already, I don’t necessarily know what I am doing. (Case in point: lack of visual pizazz.) 

Two themes emerged during this excellent walk: moving and perception. Y’see, I’ve been doing a lot of moving lately. Not just walking (because I haven’t really been doing enough of that), but actual moving. Three (oh my, or is it four?) weeks ago, my kids and I moved in with my boyfriend and his two boys. So we’ve moved towns. I’ve moved my relationship status. I’m often moved to tears. More blah blah blah. And perception – two devices looking at exactly the same situation see things differently (either that, or I am just reading way too much into this experiment). This is a theme for me in many ways, most pointedly at work. 

Speaking of which…the other day, someone noticed my two fitness trackers, and pointed out that fact to the assembled crowd. A good laugh was gotten when someone noted that I would probably use the one that gave me the better results. Um, no. That’s not it at all. Again: perception. (And a reminder that I need to keep moving.) I considered launching into an explanation of the whole thing, but instead, I curled up into my imaginary shell and waited until someone changed the subject. 

Going along with that moving theme, this is a big week for the Featherstone family. My son is “moving up” from 8th grade (yeah, it’s actually called a moving up ceremony) and my daughter will graduate from high school. Bring on the tissues.