I will have new pictures in my house photo blog as soon as the outside is finished. My old couch is in my office. I have about four boxes left to unpack and two suitcases. Don’t know why the end is always such a tortoise game.
It is raining. I turn into a congested grouch when it rains. I need my house finished so I can not feel inhibited. I find I do better when I’m away from my computer for a couple of days or more. I’m going to try handwriting though I don’t seem to be able to put thoughts on paper with pen.
Lately I have been having dreams I don’t remember when I wake up but I wake up thinking my mother is alive. 30 seconds or so later I remember and I feel so sad.
I don’t think this has anything to do with Mother’s Day or time dead or anything like that.
My mother would be proud that I bought and renovated a house and its grounds (irregular plot of land or so the deed says.)
This weekend was the first time I could lie in my yard and read. It was so frigging cool. My yard! I’m starting a flower and vegetable garden. Flowers because they’re beautiful and vegetables because I love them, but have resorted to buying frozen here as I don’t find them very good. I am very spoiled. Having Fairway and incredible Farmer’s Markets at my fingertips. I also dialed out a lot. Something I think I have done once here. When I’m in New York though…
My house is slowly becoming a home. I want to share it with family and friends. The renovation, on a budget but using “quality” materials would be an achievement for anybody. For me it’s akin to climbing Mt Everest.
All I have left to do is get outdoor furniture, secondhand furniture for the sunroom, unpack the last few boxes and organize my office. I have an office! And a reading room across from it. In Manhattan my entire apartment was between 615-675 square feet depending on who was doing the measuring. My outdoor areas, not counting the upstairs deck is 650 square feet. Small by some standards. A great sized footprint according to mine.
I take none of this for granted. I’m busting with pride and joy. I would so love my parents to have seen this. Maybe they have…..
Next year Chicago and Earth Wind & Fire will be at the annual Mayfest on Main celebration.
My sister thinks I moved to paradise. Maybe I did.
EW&F? Phenomenal! Rhyme sky and fantasy like you mean it, brothers!
You’re gonna love gardening, I bet. Particularly in the south, those hot muggy days feel a lot better when you think about what they’re doing for the maters.
Grow you some big boy tomatoes–you’ll have the best tomato sandwiches on the strand
I think your sister IS right!
Doesn’t it feel wonderful?!
*grin*
If paradise is a state of mind, and surely it can be nothing else, you are surely there Pia.
Gardening is great. I can’t wait to see how you do with that. Not that I don’t think a New Yorker can do it but…..;)
Be careful, city folks can get lost in anything over 1000 square feet. Legends are made of such people. When these lost souls are found, legend has it, crumbs of dirt from their tomato plants, or their designer flowers, are usually scattered across their bodies…
Great post, Pia, and I’m very happy for you, now comfortably ensconced in Paradise.
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In New York, BTW, “outside furniture” would be a parachute.
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(Do I sound jealous? Fact is, I couldn’t be happier for you. 🙂
I was surfing in Doug’s oldies and found that you had done a guest post. I remember when you were moving so I decided to check in to see if things are okay.
Guess all is not okay. You picked an upidy part of the south to move to, only Charleston is more lacking in Southern hospitality.
I wanted to tell you that I too have an old couch. Right now it is on our back porch. We can sit there and watch the golfers playing. A lot of Southern people put them on the porches, the front is the favorite so as to be able to look at the traffic going by.
Myrtle Beach may have an ordinance aganst having couches on porches, sometimes they get hauled away here in urban renewal programs. 🙂
I like your blog, come visit if you’d like. BTW, I am a new wave carpet bagger living in Houston, Texas, now. The South needs more of us. 🙂
And the couch? It is slated for my office when I can make room in there, we too moved to a new home, nine years ago.
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