I love early mornings. Sometimes I sleep until SEVEN. Oh, the horror. But most often, I am up between 5am and 6am. After feeding the cats that swarm around me the minute they hear me move, I sit on the couch in my bathrobe, with my coffee, Roy snoring as near as he can get.
The glow of the dawn is amazing in this old house. I never tire of it.
I email and do my morning HARD word search, the only one I do. I figure it gets my brain to wake up. And I read. And sometimes I just sit and enjoy the light coming through the wavy glass windows. And sometimes I ponder.
Yesterday I went back to the house we lived in for 11 years, to help DH put the stairs into the pool. Today is the OPEN HOUSE, and I am crossing my fingers that someone will love it.
I don't miss the house one bit. But then I wouldn't, since I have been in love with THIS OLD HOUSE since the day I walked into it.
I do, however, miss the walking there. When we were through with our job, I took Roy down to the river, and walked the path between the river and the canal. It is a beautiful place, and the only thing, really, that I liked about living there.
In THIS neighborhood, walks are tougher. Not much traffic free walking, I'm afraid. Not even much of a shoulder on the roads. But the views are stellar.
Roy and I made a great find on this walk.
Nothing wrong with it except that it was filthy from being left outside. Two scrubs with Comet and a brush, and a rinse with the hose, and it is ready for baby Dale. Just have to get some dishes.
Speaking of which, my neighbor and Mr. Nuisance Control, was here to eradicate the bee population, to make it safer for Miss Dale, and everyone else.
For ten years, this place has been the "studio", and my place of work. Five days, six days, sometimes seven days a week, I have come here to work and make my weaving business successful. I am amazed, looking back at it, how much effort goes into making a successful small business. For the last FIVE of those years, I have had a partner in crime, in Lois, who has worked hard here, too.
But on April 24th, when the movers brought our furniture here, and we suddenly lived here, something changed. A lot of things changed.
Most importantly, I think I gave myself permission to semi-retire, to make my own schedule, to be the old lady in the big house that weaves, nothing more.
I find myself here, in the moment, settled at last.
Strange, and beautiful.
How little we really need, when we stop to think about it.