Settling in…

It was a good mead day, yesterday. Fall has come, and that means fresh apple cider has hit the farm stands. Here in New England, there are two kinds of farm stands; the ones where the family is involved, running things in the spirit of Yankee ingenuity, and those where it’s all about profit. I’ll grant you, there are places that find a balance, but sometimes, our reputation for cute kitsch gets the best of us. In my hunt for new partnerships in this new place I’m living, I’ve found both.

New Englanders can find ourselves charging outrageous amounts of money for items purchased across town, or worse yet, over the Internet, but displaying them as if they were hand-made. We put them out for the leaf-peepers who flock here from New Jersey and New York. It’s our own version of tourist season, and it makes us greedy.

I still haven’t found that partnership that will allow me to barter. I’ll have to wait until winter when easy sales end and dollar fever has dampened. I still managed to secure twelve gallons of cider, though, and now have three barrels, bubbling away.

As for the house… progress. An idea of  where it started… with me pulling old carpet, and the same room today. 







Hope you enjoy today’s chapter. Like myself, Eric and Sookie are settling, but like so many of us in our relationships, what shows on the surface may not be the whole story.

Chapter 30 – And Far Away


Apologies… Real Life

I am late in publishing today and I apologize. You see, there was this hundred square feet of black slate…

It started with the on-line tag sale. I didn’t mean to look, but the next thing I knew I was drawn in by it’s glossy surface and it’s amazing price. The man selling it had over-ordered. He’d used it in his kitchen and his hall, and still had 100 square feet left; just enough to do my front hall which is, rather inexplicably, half tile and half twenty-year old, cat-gacked carpet. I swear. When it rains, you’d swear that Olive and Eric, the cats of this condo’s prior owner, are still here, puking up their kills and scratching up the window ledges. (It’s in the nose…)

Anyway. so, I was all set to go, when my sons, who moved in together last month and have managed not to kill each other announced that they really needed a new sofa and loveseat. (It’s true. The prior set in my father-in-law’s house, where they’ve taken up residence, were so ratty, even the dumpster turned it away.).

“Look what we found,” their story started, as they proudly showed me a couch and loveseat set across town on the on-line tag sale site that I was smart enough (stupid enough) to introduce to them. So, at seven o’clock this morning, we presented ourselves at the U-Haul in their town – not my town.

And promptly fell into a session worthy of the Keystone Kops. Our contact’s husband’s truck broke down so he couldn’t meet us, then she couldn’t get out of work. We decided to give it up (at which time I drove many miles in the opposite direction to collect my slate which I stacked, fifty pound box by fifty pound box in my garage), only to have her text us. They could rent their own truck and bring the sofa and loveseat to us.

Did I mention that the couch and loveseat had to have recliners? Four… not one, not two. Four friggin’ recliners, making the pieces weigh about as much as a baby elephant apiece.

Anyway… my apologies. I’m posting, then taking a hot shower, washing down some Advil with a couple glasses of home-made mead and watching the latest episode of Outlander.

Thank you, Ms Buffy! Your editing is amazing, as always, and thank you to all my readers. Sorry!

Chapter 29 – The Rain Must Fall

A page turns…

In any relationship, there are a series of choices, particularly at the beginning, that set the track that relationship will follow. This chapter explores some of those decisions.

What if…

What if Eric decided not to answer Sookie’s questions? What if she’d never asked the questions she did? What if he didn’t invite her into his chamber? What if she took offense at his behavior and her heart hardened?

My mother often told me that life is what you make it. I didn’t understand, but now I do. It’s how you choose to look at life that determines what comes next. If your cup is half-empty, looking for dishonesty and spoiling for a fight, it’s what life will bring you. But if you believe that those around you come with good intent, you may find that happiness follows.

My thoughts to all my friends in the southern part of the United States.

Ms Buffy, I’ll write you later today. Hope this finds you well.

Chapter 28- Mrs. Northman