There is a great antidote to times like these...when you've rolled up the rug and are packing up and saying good-byes and wondering how you ever got so many books
|and what box you put the aspirin in..|
You just leave your drawers on the floor...the desk was already in the truck...and your keyboard perched on a cardboard box
and let someone you had only met via her blog take you for a lovely walk in a canyon you have never been in before.
Nothing to do here but to wonder at the forces that shape our world...the winds off the Pacific can topiary even the Redwood trees.
Yes, thank you Katie and blessings to Steve's memory.
But back at the ranch ( think seahorses) ... that truck is waiting...to be filled to the gills and not everything we had to pack would fit in a box. Klaas had gifted us with plants that had grown big and beautiful and we didn't want to leave those behind.
Fortunately we didn't pack alone. David and Susan came armed with boxes and wrapping paper and know how!
Blago got back in town just in time to make one more amazing dinner for us on the fire in front of the cottage.
Jeanette not only squeezed me onto her busy acupuncture calendar but came over after work to take a walk with me.
Bashar, who is very dedicated to the new World Education University, came and sat on the cliff with us.
The ever faithful Faisal hosted us at his and Bashar's restaurant, wonderful Dametra.
Bonnie and Steve met us for a lunch out at Jeffrey's.
Artist Daria braved our rough stone paths bearing her energy giving chocolates.
Debi and Stan stopping by with yet another present after a lovely tea in their home.
Angel helped us constantly and then his beautiful wife Victoria showed up with homemade tamales.
Yes, you all helped us to get on our way, but ironically it is also you who made it hard to leave...and yet...
we couldn't linger as the rest stop we really needed was one exit north. So we stopped again and that's where I broke out Daria's chocolates; I don't think I could have driven much farther without them!
No more stops after that, but a moving truck is slow way to travel. It was after 9 pm when we pulled into the inn behind the old train station in Sebastopol. We'd be ready to face the next stage of moving in the morning, but for the time being all we could manage to do was sleep...and we did! In the morning we watched the sunrise above the mountains to the east of us, got coffee and drove the last little way home.
It's overgrown and a little worn down in some respects, being the man who fixes everything hasn't lived here for seven years, but we are oh-so- happy to be back in our own little house.
And the weather has been so lovely that even though we aren't all unpacked we keep running outside to do a little gardening.
So that's it ...just the bare bones of course...but I've kept you from your own glories long enough for today.