Crazy as a Loom

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Ponderings.

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.
But since my good friend, Sue, lives over there, I guess we could walk together when I'm in the negihborhood.  The best of both worlds.

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.


16 comments:

MarthaVA said...

Good morning Hilary. You DO live in a beautiful home.

Can you drive you and Roy to the canal to walk?

I think semi-retired is a great thing for you to be enjoying. There is something about stuff that happens to us, that makes us realize, work is just work, and living is....well, it's what we're meant to do. Whether that means living life up to the fullest and traveling and having fun, or setting back and reading, enjoying sunrises and grand children, and taking it easy.

Enjoy your life. You've done your work. Now, play. Live. Take it easy. You've worked hard all your life.

I hope the old home sells quickly.

(((hugs))) to Roy.
Always,
Martha

Deb said...

Hi Hilary: I loved this post and can put myself in your words with such ease. We share a very special time in our lives; finally 'coming home'. I understand exactly how you feel. Good luck with the sale of your home. I'm glad you wont miss it. Deb

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Karen Ann said...

Love it love it love it.

Dizzy-Dick said...

After seeing your pictures, I understand why you miss those walks along the canal and river.

Peg Cherre said...

Oh, dear. Hope those aren't honey bees you've eradicated. I know it's difficult figuring out how to balance people and bees, one I've had to make a few times at my house, too.

Linda said...

Your home is wonderful! I am so glad I got the chance to see it in person. I have always dreamed of living in an old house!

518Frenchgirl said...

Hi Hilary, Your windows are so sparkly, we finally have a rainy day to be inside and just focus on house stuff. I hope the sale of your house is quick. That will really be a load off your mind. The little kitchen is so cute, she will get lots of play time with it. You sound busy as usual, but settled. Have a great week.

thotlady said...

All very true. We do need very little. Sunshine, knitting and my books. That's about it for me.

Daryl said...

i would miss that scenery too ... but the trade off is a good one .. and isn't that what life is?

Mary Ann said...

Love following your blog, very happy for you.

Christine said...

I'm changing my mindset as well. I've decided I'm okay with just being an artist. If I make a piece and someone wants to buy it so be it. If not, that's okay too.

Lydia La La said...

Less is definitely better!!! It is hard to down size if you're a sentimentalist. I should know.... Hope you are feeling OK and that your house sells easily. Your studio/home looks like it would take lots of maintenance and that means money!! Take care. xx

Shuttle, Hook and Needle said...

I don't think I have ever had that feeling of coming home. I have had good homes in the places I have been but never the feeling of my heart saying "this is it". Now that it is time to move on again it is with a lot of "ifs". I will be very glad to be settled again into a home and this time maybe it will be more than just having to make the best of things. Glad you are feeling peaceful!

Anita Johnson said...

We just bought a new house too. And we are hoping to sell our new one ASAP. I will miss walking in the state park, but am very excited about the views our new house in the country will give us. Let's pray both of our houses sell to people that will enjoy them too!

Nancy Olivia Hoffmann said...

How nice that the studio is now your home. It sounds delightful.

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