This week’s column

Orange County Reg­is­ter — North County News; Date: Feb­ru­ary 1, 2018; Sec­tion: News; Page Num­ber: A4

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].

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