My Blanken World

My world of boys, textiles and moving.

Busy doing nothing June 7, 2017






School for us ended last week.  In typical fashion we ended with one child finishing at the very last moment.  1:00 am, on the final day.

These are my final two – one becoming a sophomore and one a junior, but heading off to college (not uncommon in our state – and something his oldest brother did also).  So I’m down to one.  I’m sure he’s thrilled at the prospect of being the only one left for me to hover over.


With their “finals” done for school, and the third-born done with testing for college entrance, I am off on my summer schedule.


Redecorating the clinic I volunteer at.

Renovations coming along quite nicely (picture coming soon… it’s a looooong tedious project I’m working on).

Some summer schooling (I don’t want them going brain-dead after all that work).  But it’s a light schedule.

Getting ready for the third-born’s mission trip to Costa Rica this summer.


Family reunion.

Two-week-tour.  (In Hawaii… ppffffttttt – that’s camp!)

And, of course, my trip to see the second-born’s graduation from basic next week!  Eek! Not only do I get to see him follow in his dad’s footsteps, but it’s also my first trip alone.  I am both looking forward to it, and nervous.


So much to do, and only three months to fit it all in.   Along with all the usual stuff like yearly testing, working on the quilt still and babies showing up at the end of the summer.

I am enjoying the weather, and the schedule.



Office photo



I love being busy doing “nothing”.





All boxed in July 16, 2013






Hold on…. let me move this box over so I can see you better.


Well, it’s official – my dentist man is a civilian doc now, except for his one weekend a month and two weeks a year for reserve duty.  He’ll actually be losing money to do his reserve time, but between the better health insurance rate and his sense of duty, we figured it was still the better choice, even though the massive budget cuts make it less than a desirable choice for practitioners.  So he’ll be heading off this week to start at the new practice.


We do get one last move from the military and while we’re still trying to get through the loan process (USAA is very difficult to get a loan with), we still have to leave this house at a certain point.  So the packers came, packed, boxed, bundled and left.  And so went 99.9% of our possessions. 






For two weeks we’ll be sitting here…… 






We’re so bored.


Every 1-4 years (or about’s there), a military family packs up their entire life, leaves friends, sometimes family (as we will this move) and heads to their next place.  Some of you may have moved before…. picture that every few years.  Picking what’s worth moving again and what should be pitched or given away.  Some moves, like our last one where we were only there for 9 months, you have to decide if it’s even worth unpacking.  It wasn’t.  (Oh the craziness of watching packers unpack and repack boxes that were never opened!)






For the life of me I can’t figure out why it’s more tiring to have movers than to just do it myself (which I’ve done before)?  I stand and watch, answer questions, point and assist in various ways and that’s it… and by the end of the day I feel like I ran a marathon?  Every “mover” move it’s the same?


The first-born has flown the coup and is now out on his own, with the confidence that we’re only a few hours away, bank accounts are still connected for emergencies and more than a handful of loving friends offering free food and a room if needed.  Had we known we’d see him more these last two weeks than we saw him all of last year, we would have moved him out sooner!  And in spite of differing comments from various people to the fact that we’re “kicking him out”, “ditching him”, or “abandoning him”, there was no such action and the lad is 18 – seriously people – let me cut the apron strings!  I homeschooled and was told I was a “helicopter parent”; let him out of the house at 18 and we’re uncaring parents – go figure.  None-the-less, we’re all happy with the situation, including his brothers who had a small farewell ceremony and a good argument over who got his spots.


New renters in “that house” to top it all off!  This in spite of the various odd inspection requests from differing agencies!  How did we all survive in that house with deck spindles 1/2″ too far apart – I know how dangerous 3 inches can be!  I have a great feeling about these renters though – which is a good feeling to have.


And although I discovered that I accidentally let my current knitting project get packed, I did manage to save a few other skeins to hopefully keep me from getting stir crazy between paint touch-ups, hole filling and wall scrubbing (6 months post dogs and I’m still finding “slingers”).


So while I sit here and watch “Spongebob” for the 100th time since all we have left is internet and teach the boys how to cook Top Ramen old school style – on the stove, using our “moving pan”, I’ll do my best to enjoy the beautiful weather we’re having before we head off in two weeks to the house we still don’t have… to open up all the boxes that just left us.





…..aaaaand hold. June 11, 2013






I’m in a holding pattern… and I don’t like it.   While the school year has ended freeing my mind up from one more task and me up to get things done, it’s not time to get them done yet.  I’m stuck with nothing to do and a million things that will need to be done.  Soon….


I don’t like sitting still.  I’m a multitasker at heart, but I also have a short attention span too, so the major projects I’ve been working on…. for months, are starting to really wear me thin.  I want to move on, but again, here I am…. waiting.


My sewing is about to be put in a box.  My knitting is about to be put in a bag.  My tools are being packed up to be brought out at the next house.  No projects to distract me.


I’m trying to think of it as the calm before the storm, but that just gets me more anxious.


I am however finding some comfort in the thought that I know the Lords hand is in all this.


There are lessons I’m not learning so I need to stay here a bit longer and big things that need to be done, that can’t be, until I have a full grasp of what He expects.  And I tend to be a bit thick, I need extra time for it to sink in.


No matter what, things will be happening.  My oldest will be graduating next week and moving out at the end of the month.  We will be transferring to the reserves and attempting civilian life, again.  Moves and major life changes – it’s scary, especially when I’m already tired and worn out, instead of the usual excitement and anticipation I feel with change.


But knowing that it’s all got a bigger purpose than just me and that it’s handled by someone bigger and better than me (thank goodness it’s not handled by me!), is what keeps me hanging on in this holding pattern.  I have a feeling this particular landing may be a bit rough and may only be a lay over, but I’m going to learn what I can from it just like I always do and enjoy the scenery while I can.








Homecoming day April 25, 2013

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Two years…. we’ve been stationed here two years and after two years, he’s finally home.  I’ve seen him a total of a month and a half, but not all at once.  But he’s home now.  *sigh of relief*


The funnier part of that – “that house” will be done next week.  He missed all the fun!


He flew home earlier than the ship to make room for what’s called “The Tiger Cruise”, where they take civilians on board (no spouses for obvious reasons) to show them what their sailor’s life has been like.  So my husbands bunk is now occupied by some grandmother… we’re having a great time picturing her trying to climb into his top bunk!








Since the oldest is 18 now, we left the 3 younger’s in his care while I headed off to the base almost 3 hours away.  First time… I was sweating it a bit.  (No deaths to report however)


My attempt to reach my husband, on the most beautiful week we’ve seen in literally 6 months, was quite the adventure.  An hour and a half through beautiful farms next to the water, over long bridges, narrow country roads with trees overhead just to get to the ferry that I almost missed in spite of leaving early.  I was the last car on….. nearly hanging off.   If I had to of waited for the next one, I would have been an hour and a half late to pick him up – Not cool.  I was so happy to have made it, tears were coming to my eyes!








The ferry ride made for a good time to finish up soccer plans for the evening (not mine, but my teams) and contractor talk and then politely telling them I won’t be answering the phone for two days…. so you can try to call, but I’m not answering!  A nice forty-five minute ride across and I was delivered to the island where the base is located.








I managed to hit school release.  *sigh* Darn public schoolers!


Finally I made it to the base.  I was so excited to have made it, I had forgotten to ask the guards for map at the gate which left me up to my own, directionally challenged self, to find where his plane was landing…. on an air base…. which means planes are everywhere you look.  I am now very well acquainted with this base.  Finally seeing a building where women were all decked out in their finest AND hauling babies in strollers, I figured that must be the spot!


I parked myself in the terminal the furthest from the crowd I could get and began reading while waiting,  in an attempt to not hear everyone’s conversations about their sexy new skivvies, how they made their outfit, their babies outfit and decked out the house for homecoming all from Pinterest, or how they’re going to mount their man in the parking lot…. ok, maybe the reading wasn’t working so well?  Anyway, I figured he’d be one of the last guys off, so I wasn’t going to stand at the door.  The next thing I know the woman in front of me who had been nervously chatting up the woman next to her for 30 minutes stopped, looked at me in sheer disgust, hands to her side in “Jazz hands” style and a grunt in her throat as my husband poked me to get my attention.


“Oh – hey!”  *Picture my grin from ear-to-ear*

Her face of “That’s it?” as we turned to the doors and walked out, was left behind.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here!!”


We headed to the base hotel that we booked for the night just the two of us.  Dinner, a little t.v., pictures of his adventures and some alone time.  He was finally home.


What an amazing day!






Let the countdown begin! April 19, 2013

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Just a bit longer now until my dentist man comes home and we begin a whole new adventure.


He has decided after this last crazy, crazy deployment that he wants to stick around a bit more, so he’ll be taking a job with a fellow student he went to dental school with and switch to the Navy reserves.


At least for now.


The longest we’ve ever stayed in one place is four years, even out of the military, so we’ll see how long he can take it.  *laughs*


So while I’m getting the last few items checked of my list that absolutely need to be done before he get’s home.  And checking off the last few items that I want to get done before he get’s home, I’m fitting in a little sewing time to calm my nerves.





Working hard….





“Nerves?” you say?  Yes, nerves.  He hasn’t seen me in 8 months – a very LONG 8 months and I’m not the same person after this “interesting” last year.  Not to mention the upcoming changes.  It’s all a bit much.


So while I’m a bit apprehensive about his arrival day, I’m very excited for his homecoming, and our brand new adventure in wide open spaces!