I awoke this morning to a lovely spring day; sun shining; birds singing and this view from the bedroom
I then picked up my iPad and wrote this as a stream of consciousness. No editing. Just saying –
In three weeks
I shall leave this place
So full of happy memories
of love shared
of laughter and friendship.
But now the house sits empty
of those shared things.
What is a house without sharing
It is but an empty shell.
And so now, once again
the wheels of my life have turned
and again, I face the future alone.
Alone, but now even stronger
Strengthened with the memories
of this late love we shared
for such a very short time.
But length of time is irrelevant
You will live in my heart forever my love.
And then I got up and saw this
and just knew how I was going to spend this beautiful Saturday. Isn’t it amazing how much one gathers in a very short time?
And now another quote from Edna St. VincentMillay
“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide”.
But enough of melancholy and feeling sorry for myself. I can still enjoy this lovely day, the warmth of friendship and the knowledge that I have so much more in my life than many others.
And now because I’m English and I drink tea
I shall make a pot and think about where I am, where I’ve been and where I’m going.
So the house sold on Thursday at tender. Do you have tenders where you live? I ask because my sister in London didn’t understand the tender process.
The process is a short, sharp, sweet marketing programme. We had a two week tender, that is two open homes and then the tenders closed four days after the second. The process calls for anybody interested to make their offer on a given date, tender closing date, and then all offers are opened at the same time giving everybody a fair chance. The vendor has the option then to accept one of the offers or none.
As you can see from the photo, I chose to accept an offer and it was completely unconditional. In today’s market this is often not the case as people require builders’ reports (particularly as it is an old house), finance to be arranged, etc etc. So lucky lucky me!
Because it is winter here and subsequently no colour in the garden I went to the garden centre immediately before the first open home and purchased pots and pots of brightly coloured cyclamen. As you can see Bella came too and caused a stir as she sat patiently in the trundler while I wandered around and chose the plants I wanted. Unfortunately, very shortly after they were potted and placed strategically around the garden we had the storm to end all storms and now they are looking very bedraggled. But cyclamen will recover.
And now the real excitement begins. I can make plans for my adventure. First Bella has to be taken and introduced and left with her surrogate owner. My friend in Ohakune loves poodles and I just know she will love Bella. If you don’t know where Ohakune is, it’s the centre of skiing in the North Island of New Zealand. I wrote a couple of blogs about a visit there 2 years ago, goodness is it really that long – Mirth and Mayhem and Mirth, Mayhem & Mischief. It’s a magical place and I just know that Bella will love it. And she will love being totally spoiled by her “other mother”.
Then the excitement of planning with each of my sisters when I will arrive to visit and even further, planning my next few months in Europe.
So I am now off to browse places to stay and that will keep me happily busy for the next few hours on this cold but bright Saturday afternoon.
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
Terry Pratchett (Sir Terence David John “Terry” Pratchett, OBE (born 28 April 1948) English author of fantasy novels.