We closed on our little place at the beach. We're calling it the Hideaway, after our favorite barbecue honky tonk. After all the hub-bub, the closing went well and ended quietly. We got the keys to the place and Mom started cleaning it. Curt and Luke put the kayak in Lake Osprey (that's the lake we're on), and paddled around. We hear there's an alligator in there, but not worry. You'd be "lucky" if you get to see it. Otters also like to catch fish there, and I hope we do get to see them.
As I was vacuuming the bedroom, I had a strange feeling. Somebody I'll never know used to live right here. Who was he? I think he was an older guy. Had butterflies on his bathroom mirror. A green moon hanging over the doorway. Little snowflakes on the window. The neighbors say his daughter and granddaughter also lived there for a while. Poor guy died six months ago, and left his family to figure out what to do with it all. I think they were glad to be done with it. His family didn't come to the closing, so we'll never know.
The whole neighborhood seemed very excited to see us moving in. Many folks stopped by to say 'hello' and to tell us about themselves. It's a quiet little community. We took care of that as soon as Luke and Eli got out of the car.
To fix the bad fill dirt problem at the water's edge of our property, a crew removed and replaced twelve dump trucks of dirt. That's a lot of dirt. You should have seen the junk they pulled out of the land--concrete slabs, asphalt, chunks of stuff. We still have some land issues to fix, but it's going to be a great place for the guys to grow up. If the gator doesn't get 'em.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
day 2
First day of my Lenten Challenge went well, and already I feel better. Gotta keep the momentum going! I went to the gym yesterday and today, so off to a good start.
It looks like we're going to close on our beach place tomorrow. Oh, I hope so. There's been so much drama over it, I just want it to be over already.
Today feels like spring, and I'm so glad. I'm ready to get out of the cold (ok, hasn't been all that cold down here, but ya know, relatively speaking it's cold in NC). Our buds are just peeking up and should be here right on time for spring.
It looks like we're going to close on our beach place tomorrow. Oh, I hope so. There's been so much drama over it, I just want it to be over already.
Today feels like spring, and I'm so glad. I'm ready to get out of the cold (ok, hasn't been all that cold down here, but ya know, relatively speaking it's cold in NC). Our buds are just peeking up and should be here right on time for spring.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
My Lenten Challenge
I've got a headache. I'm pretty sure it was the Quarter Pounder w/cheese (no onions) I ate for dinner. Last night was Beef Stroganoff, and the night before--Chicken Pot Pie. I'm getting all my fat and calories in because a.) it's Fat Tuesday and b.) tomorrow I'm going healthy all the way.
Tomorrow is the beginning of Lent, and ever since I was a girl, I haven't missed one yet. Usually I give up stuff like Coke or candy. When I was 16, I gave up looking at the lyrics sheet of my new "Darkness on the Edge of Town" record. That one was hard! I don't observe much else as far as church-y things go, but somehow Lent is my time. I even look forward to it, which is, admittedly, weird.
In sixth grade, my best friend Susan and I used to make each other Lenten Calendars with good deeds on each of the days, like "say something kind to your brother/sister" or "help your mom with dinner." (I know, corny--but sweet!) We'd decorate them with Peanuts stickers and pictures of Easter lilies and crucifixes.
This Lent, I'm giving up junk food for 40 days. Not just chocolate like last year, but all things c-r-a-p. I'm hoping I'll feel peppier, more awake. I don't know, something. And I'm hoping this headache will go away. Tomorrow it's Kashi Go-Lean (Crunch!) and baby carrots. Yay! Oh, and I'm going to the gym as much as possible. I go early in the morning before Curt leaves for work. I enjoy it once I'm there, but getting out of bed is awful. Once I do get up and take one look at my Tower of Pisa hair and raccoon eyes, I say to myself, "No, you can't go out like this!" Oh, but I do! Short-haired gals like me are at a definite disadvantage. All the other women put their hair up in a ponytail, but not me. I tried on a ball cap this morning just to see, but no. It was worse.
Also on my mind: Curt and I are trying to buy a little beach property in Sunset Beach, North Carolina. It's a modest double-wide mobile home. But oh, the pain in our asses it has become. We've got bank woes. We've got too much dirt here, not enough dirt there. We've got water standing where it should be running away. We've electrical wires dangling--outside in the standing water. We've had to postpone closing twice. If we don't get things all worked out (i.e., a fat check from the bank) by Friday, we'll lose the house. I wonder if it's the gods trying to tell us something. I prefer to see it as just another Lenten challenge. In 40 days, I hope to be relaxing on my new deck, drinking a Coke and eating Whoppers (both the burger and the chocolate kind). Wish me luck.
Tomorrow is the beginning of Lent, and ever since I was a girl, I haven't missed one yet. Usually I give up stuff like Coke or candy. When I was 16, I gave up looking at the lyrics sheet of my new "Darkness on the Edge of Town" record. That one was hard! I don't observe much else as far as church-y things go, but somehow Lent is my time. I even look forward to it, which is, admittedly, weird.
In sixth grade, my best friend Susan and I used to make each other Lenten Calendars with good deeds on each of the days, like "say something kind to your brother/sister" or "help your mom with dinner." (I know, corny--but sweet!) We'd decorate them with Peanuts stickers and pictures of Easter lilies and crucifixes.
This Lent, I'm giving up junk food for 40 days. Not just chocolate like last year, but all things c-r-a-p. I'm hoping I'll feel peppier, more awake. I don't know, something. And I'm hoping this headache will go away. Tomorrow it's Kashi Go-Lean (Crunch!) and baby carrots. Yay! Oh, and I'm going to the gym as much as possible. I go early in the morning before Curt leaves for work. I enjoy it once I'm there, but getting out of bed is awful. Once I do get up and take one look at my Tower of Pisa hair and raccoon eyes, I say to myself, "No, you can't go out like this!" Oh, but I do! Short-haired gals like me are at a definite disadvantage. All the other women put their hair up in a ponytail, but not me. I tried on a ball cap this morning just to see, but no. It was worse.
Also on my mind: Curt and I are trying to buy a little beach property in Sunset Beach, North Carolina. It's a modest double-wide mobile home. But oh, the pain in our asses it has become. We've got bank woes. We've got too much dirt here, not enough dirt there. We've got water standing where it should be running away. We've electrical wires dangling--outside in the standing water. We've had to postpone closing twice. If we don't get things all worked out (i.e., a fat check from the bank) by Friday, we'll lose the house. I wonder if it's the gods trying to tell us something. I prefer to see it as just another Lenten challenge. In 40 days, I hope to be relaxing on my new deck, drinking a Coke and eating Whoppers (both the burger and the chocolate kind). Wish me luck.
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