What a rush to take my duffel bags out of the car and put them in the house. In all of twenty minutes I was moved in and the place is completely furnished and oh so comfortable and spacious. My youngest daughter is with me and we just wander around going....woooo!
The house is remarkably like the Fredrick Point house we have up in Alaska. Unfinished and in a beautiful peaceful location. We have the stereo playing on NPR and the classical music drifts thru the palm trees. I had to go to the electric dept and transfer it into my name but they said to call the engineers as it has a temporary status on the place. Just the first of many glitches I am sure. I don't even care. Whatever happens I can deal with it. Mostly I just sit in awe. There is beauty in every direction.
Iris made chili in the crockpot and I am so happy not to have to go to a restaurant or hotel or mooch off my daughters. Last night was the pinnacle of the whole journey I have been on to find a house of my own. I camped in my daughters backyard right in a clump of tree frogs and banana trees. It was intense especially when the torrents of rain came down and gradually dampened my tent. Tree frogs make a thunderous noise and when you are camping in their midst it is deafening. I was up early to get the keys. There are two other guests at her house and we all had so much fun remembering Alaska and talking about all our lives this past thirty years. People are important in life but oh my, how I relish the peace and quiet of this place I can be home in now.
I hope I can start growing things as soon as Myriad did but it is hot and humid and I tend to just sit. I got a new folding chair by the old porch swing. Reading will be a great activity here. I imagine I will start writing about something besides my move now and maybe comment on a social event or two. I have a little desk and it feels like a writer retreat. So many stories and yet...here I sit, blogging. Nothing wrong with that.
A guy came around to scare us about the black mold on parts of the house. It seems under control to me and yet I know to keep watch. He says we will get itchy after three months. It is everywhere in Hawaii. I hope he wasn't just casing out the joint, as they say.
I took an outdoor shower today. There is only a bathtub upstairs. It felt so good I might just go take another one. Total privacy here is so nice. So think of me wandering around here and anxiously awaiting the visit of my granddaughter. She had a horrible time with me camping in a tent in her backyard last night as she got her hair caught in the zipper of the tent. She likes to zoom around and grab attention and I like quiet. We often clash but I am determined to be here close to her and help, not hurt. Life can be brutal and beautiful too.
Keeping up the balance and finally home tonight. It feels good.