One Lazy Day
Today I am taking the day off to be lazy and gather my energies. It is a beautiful Sunday.
I am glad October is coming to an end. It has been a crazy month here on Planet Rian. Crazy, I tell ya. And events have yet to reach a crescendo.
First, we put our house on the market. After questioning the sanity of living in a hostile environment 365, we decided to cast our line into the water to see if we could change it. We wouldn’t consider leaving if the heat was only 3 months, but the truth is it’s 5. It gets old. That’s really the bottom line. And if we can’t sell the house that’s okay too.
It takes a lot of work to get a house looking tip-top and to live in it without messing it up.
Second, we booked a trip to Myanmar/Cambodia last year and it is coming up next week. I have done nothing to prepare. Zip. I’ll think about that tomorrow.
Third, we are hosting a family reunion (with buffet dinner) next Saturday, two days before we leave on the trip. It was the only day we could get everyone together.
In the middle of this we took a trip up north to visit friends, and we had a death in the family.
I have had no time to play golf or make art. What’s that quote? Art is long, and time is fleeting? So I looked it up and learned it’s a whole, long poem by Longfellow. Here’s the rest of the stanza…I think art has a different meaning here, don’t you? Here’s the LINK if you want to read the poem in its entirety.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
We got to see a couple of movies while our agent was holding an open house: We saw Captain Phillips with Tom Hanks (brilliantly) as the captain of a cargo ship who gets kidnapped by Somali pirates off the horn of Africa. Gripping, intense. And life-changing—we decided to cancel our cruise through those waters next year. Next was The Counselor, the title having nothing to do with the film except that’s what they called the lead character because he’s a lawyer. It’s about Mexican drug cartels. It’s dark, bloody, and has a disconnected plot that’s hard to follow, despite a stellar cast that includes Javier Bardem, Penelope Cruz, and Brad Pitt.
I digressed again.
We have not gotten any offers on the house yet but we’ve come close a couple of times, and maybe they’ll come back. We’ve had a lot of people through here. There are several houses on the market in the area, but they do sell, and we are the ONLY house that is truly south-facing and we also have the best view, so I’m not worried. I’d just like it to be nailed down because that’s how I roll.
We don’t have the same sense of urgency we had when we sold the central coast house when Jim was ill. He’s fine now and we have lived in the climate where we hope to move for many years. Decades.
While I’m on that subject, and I didn’t dare share it at the time because of potential legal issues, studies have been done that point to the fact that pesticides and other contaminants that get stirred up at the sand dunes and blow across the mesa [where we lived on the central coast] are making some people sick. We listed our house post-haste when we read those first reports (and talked to others who were also sick) before the issue became widespread public knowledge and we would have to disclose it. Today there is a coalition called the Central Coast Environmental Health Project, but the problem is still not widely known outside of the area.
We literally got the hell out of there, and fast. It’s the REAL reason why we left the central coast. At the time we didn’t know if Jim would indeed get better by moving away, but he did.
Have a lazy Sunday. Monday will comes soon enough.