The first year I was on faculty at the University, our department chair gave us each a pin like this one. He said he knew it was “cheesy” but he also knew we were embarking on the difficult journey of growing in size of the team and the mission of the program. I wore mine to work, and took it with me and wore it to all the professional meetings we attended. I thought it was not at all cheesy, but symbolic of the importance of relationship and working together, which by its very nature requires us to be willing to give up some of what we want for the good of the whole.
While sorting through things of late, I opened the trinket box in which I keep my pins. Since then, it has been sitting on my desk, where I look at it daily and it helps me to keep things in perspective during the patience-trying experience of co-living in a mess, while still having more things to clear from the kitchen.
Yesterday, mid-plan, we switched from moving the refrigerator to the screened porch, to clearing a space in the living room. Said change required taking the doors off the refrigerator/freezer and taking the door off the living room. The plan to move the second moveable pantry from the kitchen to the master bedroom, to sit next to the one already in there was aborted at the end of the trail when there was no way to get it to make that 90 degree left turn at the end of the hall. Frankly, we could not figure out why not, seeing as how we got the other one in there just fine and they are the same size. Nonetheless, back up the hall we went, back through the maze of the T into the kitchen, and out onto the screened porch. I took the top off the dining table and moved it and the two chairs into the living room to be stored on top of the futon with blankets over them. Fortunately, it is a small table, but I cherish it because my dad made two of them from the old dining table that was the first one he and mother bought when I was 7 and we moved to Seymour where the sand and gravel plant relocated and the house actually had a dining room. My sis has the other one.
I made chipotle-salmon for dinner and we called it a day. Today, the microwave moves and the range goes on the side of the road. Non-perishables go in the plastic bins for storage, and the last cabinet of pots and pans is packed in boxes. If it cannot be microwaved or Instant Pot prepared, it does not get used for a while.
Anyone who has ever moved together, or remodeled together, knows it can be trying at best. It helps when we can be patient, flexible, and willing to change plans. Maybe it is the advantage we have of having done this before, and maybe it is the advantage we have of being committed to working it out after all this time. Either way, Together, Everyone Achieves More and it is important to remember that. I think I will pin on my TEAM and go “win one for the Gipper.”