Orange County Register — North County News; Date: February 1, 2018; Section: News; Page Number: A4
WHAT A DAY
Change is hard…unless I’m the one changing
Most people hate change. Studies have been done to prove this as fact, and articles have been written to theorize why. Some experts think it’s because we fear the unknown. Others think we are programmed to believe, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
I don’t like change…until I’m in charge.
When Dale goes out of town for any length of time, he can be certain of three things when he returns. One, I will have cleaned the house. Two, everything will be rearranged. And three, something will be new.
He hasn’t mentioned whether he hates change.
I enjoy organizing papers into new folders, putting toiletries into new containers, and replacing my dead indoor plants with new, live ones. Swapping furniture between rooms freshens the space. New candles and reed infusers give a warm scent to the house. I love this kind of change, and tell myself I’d like it just as much if Dale did this while I was gone.
I’m certain I’ll never find out.
It could be worse. My friend’s mother used to completely redecorate their house when her dad went on a business trip. Walls were painted, and new furniture was purchased. Over time, her dad learned to expect it.
I remember when my grandmother decided she didn’t like the wall between the kitchen and the dining room, so she knocked it down, finished the edges, and painted. She began the project after Grandpa left for work, and completed it before he returned that night.
That’s what I call change.
This week, my horse trainer is relocating her business to another stable. We love the place in Chino Hills, but Niki would like to be closer to her house, and her young son. So we are moving to the Anaheim Hills Saddle Club, where I learned to ride.
When she first proposed this, I confess, my agreement was half-hearted. I understood why she wanted to make the move. Her boy is 6. I remember how much harder it was to manage my time when Marcus started school.
Still, it was a change, and I didn’t instigate it.
As in any move, there are pros and cons. The stalls for our horses are larger, and more airy. The office and tack room are much smaller. There are lots of arenas to exercise and ride in. The facility is terraced, so there are lots of hills to climb.
The hills thing is a pro and a con. I hate climbing hills, but I know it will be good for my health.
It wasn’t easy, but I put my reluctance aside, and embraced her decision.
I’ve been helping Niki clean out our old place and schlep things to our new. We strategize the best places to store things, to hang things, to make things workable. Of course, my first act was to find restaurants nearby for lunch.
Even the horses understand that food is a priority.
The final move will be next week. Once everything is in, including the horses, we can begin arranging and rearranging, to find the configuration that fits. I’m sure there are things I’ll enjoy, like the covered arena when the sun is blazingly hot. The things I’m not thrilled about, I’ll get used to eventually.
In the meantime, Dale is going out of town in March. I wonder if we need all those walls in our house.
Longtime Placentia resident Gayle Carline tracks those moments that shape her days as a wife, mom, computer whiz and horsewoman. E-mail her at [email protected].