After what seems to be an eternity...I can finally say I have moved into my new home. My grandson came over today and helped me get the final few things I wanted added to the attic and it
Here you can see the new home of Bird Nest on the Ground. It is just the perfect little place for me. Of course, it does not have the lovely backyard studio, so I have had to be creative in where and how I have put all the million tons of 'stuff' I had in the Nest. (Although I DID donate lots to local charities.) Ty summed it up pretty well when he said, "well, the whole house can be your studio now." And, why not? He calls it my 'doll house.' Why, I don't know....but it's ok with me. Anyway...here it is. #315. My first thought when seeing the house number was "Oh, I will have to have my tea at 3:15 each afternoon." Where did that thought come from?
Here is the garage. Only reason I am making a point for you to see it is behind this door is where a lot of my studio stuff is. And, there is still room to park the car. You will see it one day soon. It's ready to see...but I'm not ready to let you see....if that makes any sense.
This is the view from my mailbox looking to the left.....
And, this is the view looking to the right. This street is not a thru street, making it a very quiet place to live. I am liking it a lot. AND, guys come and do all the outdoor work. They arrive, do it all and leave. I was most surprised yesterday when they came to mow and such and when they were gone, there was not one leaf left. Beautiful.
So...for those of you who have asked....I have to say I am doing pretty well. I have bad days and good days. It's not simple. It's not easy. But, I'm doing my best because the old navy man would want me to be ok. I have not sold my old house yet and that is worrisome at this point. I'm trying not to think about it, but it pops in my head often and without warning. Eventually, it will all work out. I'm told.
I have been reading blogs...my favorites...there are a handful of them. The writers of these blogs have no idea how much they have helped me the last months. And, I appreciate them very much. One of them is Colette Copeland. She was widowed at a young age. She works hard. Her artwork is fun and colorful. She posts a lot. I admire that. And, she often will say something that is quite meaningful to me. As you know, I haven't posted in quite a while. Not only was I working very hard...but I just couldn't decide what to say to you on the first post from my new home. Then, the other day I was reading some of the posts in Colette's archive and knew I wanted to quote her in the first post from this new home. I wrote to her and asked permission and she graciously gave me that permission. You might want to check out her blog and her etsy shop too. Here is the info (just click to visit):
etsy shop: colettecopeland.etsy.com
And, here is her blog post of March 28, 2014. It meant a lot to me as it pretty much explains how I feel....she just says it better:
"The landscape is pitiful right now. The spring thaw is uncovering all the debris of winter trapped under layers of snow and ice. Looking at it, I know it will bounce back and start to go green and warm. It's a good example of resiliency. I believe resiliency is part of the reason why I'm still here and still (relatively) sane.
This past season, more than any other, I've felt jaded and tired, at times discouraged by the state of affairs, of my life, the world at large. They say that you get less resilient as you grow older. Well, I've decided to disprove that. I don't hide or disguise my jadedness; instead I examine it and do something about it. I start by looking at what is working in my life, the people I care about, the work I love, and go from there.
Quietly, in my own way."
My feelings. Expressed beautifully by a beautiful person I have never met. THANK YOU, Colette!
I'll post again soon. I'm going to challenge myself to do it. THANK YOU, those of you have stayed around to see if I actually would! Take care out there.....♥ Pat