when challenges arise
Perspective.
It’s hard to get sometimes.
Just ordinary daily life sometimes can seem to be quite enough to be going with: the quotidien tasks of sorting out Lost Property at school, looking after my social work family, ringing my bells and trying to keep interesting food on the table feels like a full plate. Feeding 30 Lost Property ladies on a beautiful, sunny, warm spring day is the icing on the cake.
And then just to mix things up, life throws you a curve ball. This time around, it came to me in a text from John.
“Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
“The bad news, please.”
“Our landlords are coming back from Sweden and they want the house.”
Our house, that is. Except that it isn’t.
It’s much nicer to own your home, as it turns out. We’ve rented many apartments and houses in our day, and we’ve owned a couple too, and I can tell you that the phone call from real estate agents telling you you’ve got to uproot your lives is one you really don’t want to get. Especially with the garden in a state of loveliness and peace.
So ordinary life, which had until then seemed like plenty, gets shoved aside to be replaced by the familiar hunt (by John) for places to view, the trips around various neighborhoods, analyzing the proximity to public transport, food shops, walking into strange houses and trying to picture our furniture, books, art and cats in the places of other people’s lives.
It’s time suddenly to pack up the cats into their kitty prisons and drag them, their voices raised in woe, to the vet for the vaccinations that will allow them to stay in their kitty hotel for the duration of the movers’ work. They don’t like moving any more than we do.
Time to drag through my memory for the names of the art hanger, the bookshelf installation people, the carpet cleaners. Time to weigh the relative merits of being close to Avery’s school in a not-nice house, or being farther away in a nice house.
“If this house were clean, if the carpets were clean, it would look so much nicer.”
“Yes, and if there weren’t mirrors behind all the bookshelves and there wasn’t water damage to the floor and all that calcium damage to the bathroom faucets…”
The nice house won!
Then it’s time to start getting cautiously excited about starting fresh. Where will the sofa fit, and the long dining room table? Which will be Avery’s room and which the guest room? Will the kitchen be big enough for the Lost Property lunch? Movers come to give estimates and John wrangles over various unacceptable aspects to the lease.
It’s a chance to make decisions about how much we actually need and love all our belongings! “Think of it this way: do you love that stockpot enough to pay somebody to put it in a box and take it out again?” we ask each other in a hundred different ways.
During all this upheaval, Avery is facing the long exam season: over 20 exams in 11 subjects over the course of five weeks. Every day sees another exam or two under her belt: from Russian, French and Latin to all the sciences, maths, history… whew! The most important thing to do, now we’ve found a house, is to keep life sane and calm for her to accomplish this enormous task and then be able to push aside the subjects she’s decided to drop, and get ready for next year’s concentration on the things she loves.
In a fit of bad timing, we had just booked our tickets back “home” the day before we found we had to move. So between Avery’s last exam and our trip back to Red Gate Farm, we have six days. Two to pack up this house, two to fill up the new house, and a day of cushion on either side.
Although it’s frustrating to go through all this craziness at the behest of other people, it’s important to keep perspective once again. We’re incredibly lucky to be strong and healthy enough to go through the whole process once again, and to have each other to keep sane and even happy as we uproot everything and try to put it back together on the other side. Sometimes it’s hard to keep that all in mind!
Since I didn’t have enough to think about, my bellringing mentors decided it was time for a new challenge: ringing what’s called a “Quarter Peal” from the treble bell at the beautiful Christchurch in Colliers Wood, in southwest London.
Of course last year around this time I rang my first Quarter Peal, from the tenor bell. It’s a 45-minute-ish mad whirl of continuous ringing, and the difference this year was that instead of my bell simply ringing the last sound every six blows, my bell was changing all the time, now ringing first, then second, then third, then fourth, then fifth. It was MUCH more fun, but much more difficult than anything I’ve ever done before. Thank goodness for all the different colored sallies, unique in my experience, and so much more festive than plain blue or red!
I made plenty of mistakes, but all the experienced ringers around me were patient and helped me out with raised eyebrows and little nods and other indications of where my bell should be. Thank goodness it’s over! I can stop practicing on the computer now, for awhile, and rest on my laurels.
Perhaps the best way to celebrate my triumph would be a plate of perfect potato cakes, adapted from my dear friend Orlando’s cookbook. Possibly Avery’s favorite food on earth.
Orlando Potatoes
(serves 4)
4 large potatoes
1 large shallot
sea salt and fresh black pepper to taste
3 tbsps goose or duck fat
Peel the potatoes and slice them very thin lengthwise, then slice them the other way into very fine matchsticks. Plunge into cold water until you’re ready to use them. Meanwhile, mince the shallot very fine. Drain the potatoes and mix them in a large bowl with the shallots and season them to taste. Lay a large teatowel on the work surface and pile the mixture on top, then fold the towel around the mixture and roll it up tightly. Leave to let the moisture be absorbed by the towel, until you are ready to cook.
Heat the fat in a large nonstick frying pan until a piece of potato sizzles when dropped in. Form the potatoes into four cakes, dropping them carefully into the hot fat to avoid splatters. Fry on one side until it’s crisp and browned, then turn over carefully and press down slightly. Fry on the second side until it’s browned as well. This process will take three or four minutes per side, depending on how large your potatoes were. Remove from the pan and place on a pile of paper towel. Serve straightaway.
These potatoes are the ultimate use of that particular carb: they are creamy inside, crunchy on the outside, and the duck or goose fat adds a completely different flavor from any other fat. Of course you could cook these potatoes in olive oil or butter, but go for the special fat. After all, you don’t eat them every day (although Avery would if she could).
Orlando potatoes may not be enough to protect us from the spiky moments of life — moving house, exams, Quarter Peals — but they will surely make them more delicious. And that puts it all into perspective. Keep life delicious and the details will take care of themselves.
Oh, I sympathize with the moving stress — you actually sound very calm about it. Only 6 days! I would be VERY stressed out. Not to mention the cats — I think our cat’s mental illness (another story) is absolutely a result of the multiple moves we imposed on him over the years. He has never recovered…
I wondered why you had to move…Oh my the books! The Cats! The KID!!! Wow… I hate moving .….I cant move. I have a colony of feral cats.. I adore hearing about the process of learning to ring some of the most remarkable bells in the most remarkable of places for the most remarkable folks…The photographs are stunning and really give me a feel for your experience..Thank you Kristen…you brightened my day…
How bravely you have faced up to this next challenge, Kristen. I can only imagine the sinking oh the stomach (and the heart) that must have accompanied the news when it first arrived. As to the 6 days to move.… That might actually work out well! As they say, there’s nothing like a deadline. We once took our children to start their US summer vacation, left them with their grandparents, and went back to London to move into our new house over 5 days. Most of it got done. Then we had the relief of summer holidays. And when we came back, the fine tuning of the new house, powered by fresh energy and that Fall Cleaning instinct! Courage!
I can hear in your comments, all, that you get it! We actually do think a short timeline will be good. But in a way, we wish the short timeline were right NOW. It’s a bit of an added stress to know it’s coming, but not be able to do it! Work, I agree that it’s tough on the cats. I hate that part. Susan, I’m so glad you enjoyed the images; it has been so pretty here. Sarah, I do wish I could leave Avery out of this once more… alas!
I have absolutely no doubts at all that everything will be accomplished in fine fashion & you will settle in perfectly. The decision about where to put the books may be the most fun/challenging! The exterior of the new house looks fascinating. Can’t wait to see the interior!!
Indeed. Auntie L, the book decision takes the most thought and rigorous planning! Rest assured there will be photos of the interior — empty first! — as soon as I can get them.
Silver linings… dear, you turn them platinum. “A chance to get rid of things”, a chance for new beginnings, a chance for all of us to have the pleasure (and instruction ) of your blog. If only kitties could write, maybe they’d work it out as well as you do.
Dear Sue… I shall need your comforting presence at many turns in this road, I’m sure! xx