{"id":8514,"date":"2014-01-17T12:07:22","date_gmt":"2014-01-17T19:07:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=8514"},"modified":"2014-01-27T07:00:09","modified_gmt":"2014-01-27T14:00:09","slug":"stymied","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2014\/01\/stymied\/","title":{"rendered":"Stymied"},"content":{"rendered":"

Can’t… come… up… with… content. Sorry, family and friends. I have nothing palatable to write this week. I’ve been trying to write a thoughtful post for days, but I feel stymied.<\/p>\n

Is it because I have been reading Tolstoy and feel my lack more deeply than usual?<\/p>\n

Is it because I am trying to wrap my head around the new year?<\/p>\n

Is it because I am so busy trying to get physical things in order at the house that I can’t write?<\/p>\n

Is it because what I feel like writing about is too personal?<\/p>\n

Is it because my internet has been wonky this week? (If wonky isn’t a word, it should be. It describes our internet service perfectly.)<\/p>\n

It’s all of those things and probably more.<\/p>\n

Here are some photos of what I have been doing this week. Hey, my life is boring, but it’s mine and I love it.<\/p>\n

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One day I went through all of the boys’ clothing and placed size labels on each hand-me-down. Apparently I do NOT need any more size 8 pants for boys. I feel defeated by clothing. Daniel’s current rate of growth means he wears something for only a few weeks and then it’s too short. Keeping him in adequate Sunday pants is too much for me, apparently.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Our current filing system just wasn’t working for us, (stashed beneath our bed on a box top which we would slide out when necessary) so this week I fixed that.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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This may seem trivial, but I have gained a testimony of labeled photos, having worked on two significant family history projects this year. I labeled our photos this week and felt old doing it. Where have my babies gone?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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I updated the photos on the refrigerator and put smiles on my children’s faces by doing it. I now have all of the new family members represented on the refrigerator and some highlights from 2013 to cheer us. I love my photo-laden refrigerator. It keeps me company.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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I decorated the mantel and shelves in my kitchen. Oh, the clean, fresh start that January gives to us! I love how uncluttered things feel at this moment. Of course I loved every Christmas card and decoration that we had on these spaces a month ago, but the change is good.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Have I ever posted a picture of my food storage room? It’s one of my favorite corners of the house. Having food is comforting and it takes work. I shop often so I can keep these shelves full. This week I bought oodles of cereal, sugar, and crackers. I have one can of Spam, but I can’t bring myself to serve it. I bought it in 2008.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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I went to IKEA with my sisters and mom the other day and bought some textiles. This is Mark’s new rug. I like it so much.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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I have been working on the 2013 scrapbook. I’m terribly proud of it.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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I had forgotten that we went to San Francisco. How does someone forget San Francisco? It’s good to revisit those memories. That was a good day.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Well, I feel better for the sharing. Not sure if you’ll benefit from any of this, but it was good therapy for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Can’t… come… up… with… content. Sorry, family and friends. I have nothing palatable to write this week. I’ve been trying to write a thoughtful post for days, but I feel stymied. Is it because I have been reading Tolstoy and feel my lack more deeply than usual? Is it because I am trying to wrap … Continue reading Stymied<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21,20,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8514","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-home","category-life-according-to-angela","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8514","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8514"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8514\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8605,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8514\/revisions\/8605"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8514"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8514"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8514"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}