I have begun my life as a Sherpa. In my philosophical moments, I consider the endless stair walking as training for my Ireland hike next Spring.
I decided to have my floors done (bamboo, it’s renewable), but I only had a week’s vacation to arrange the move. I also decided to remove the carpeting myself, and I didn’t know how long that would take. As a result, the main floor of my triple-level ‘new’ home looks like a construction site. For the next two weeks, I will be living with plywood floors and a camp table for a dining table.
Of course, I had the movers leave all the boxes in the garage and bonus room on the ground floor, and now I must do the job of sorting and shifting, walking up flights and down flights, IKEA blue bags in hand, shuttling goods that can have a home to their rightful places, and finding places for boxes with goods that must wait until the floors are done..
As with all new spaces, this one has inspired a flurry of plan-making. The odd space in the closet that’s perfect for a stack of wine bottles or the odd cut-out in the bedroom that is perfect to be made over into a sitting area. And then, I remind myself – patience!
Patience lets the right color get chosen for the wall. Patience lets money keep pace with ambition. Patience makes sure that you make the decision once and not waste time regretting and revisiting.
But enough of my musings, you’re here to read about another couple. Sookie could also use some patience. She needs more of that instinct that tells her to proceed with caution, but sometimes, light and sea and romance can make fools of us all.
My thanks to you, and best wishes to you, Ms Buffy. This summer has been humid, but it appears better weather is close at hand.