Here you are my Lovelies. How is your day going so far?
Here I am, becoming ensconced in a very different way of life here in Canada. Progress is being made (amazing). Mario left at the crack of dawn to catch the ferry back to the USA, and the long drive back to Mexico. I arose early, but gently. Ventured into the studio where I have a certain amount of boxes, and proceeded to unpack about 4 of them and find places for their contents.
My mind envisioned a soft, gentle day, moving slowly as I pleased. Then, Ray showed up full of energy with a cup of coffee in this hand From that moment on, my day changed. Ray chopped up the empty boxes for recycling, I packed the plastic and paper in different bags. By the time we were finished there was quiet a collection, so decided to go to the dump. On the way, we stopped at Home Depot to purchase light bulbs, felt for the bottom of furniture, while looking at BBQ's and dishwashers. Then it was off to the dump where Ray put everything into their proper recycling bins and I perused the 'free store'. There was a fabulous wing back chair, and if I had had room, I would have snaffeled it up in a minute. I restrained and came home with candles, wine glasses, storage jars and a lovely old fashioned ceiling light for the bedroom. Then it was off to pick up the shed which wasn't ready. Ray took me home and made soup (home made) for lunch before proceeding to pick up the shed, bring it back to my place, unload it (HEAVY) and put it in a safe place until he has time to begin the foundation and assembly.
By then it was 2:00 pm .. I was literally finished. An afternoon nap was definitely in order.
The living room is 'livable' ... things will show up at their own pace as I unpack each box. Hopefully, I have kitchen dishes etc. here in the studio. We shall see.
That's it for today. Thanks so much for dropping by and leaving your inspiring comments. Take care and enjoy the moment.
“Every one of us is called upon, probably many times, to start a new life. A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, loss of a job. And onward full tilt we go, pitched and wrecked and absurdly resolute, driven in spite of everything to make good on a new shore. To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another – that is surely the basic instinct . . . Crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is.” – Barbara Kingslover