I love rain at the lake. There are two old gliders on the screened porch and the sound of the water dripping off the eaves is heavenly.
Today we have a few friends coming to visit. This will be their first time here, and I wanted to show it to them in case it ends up being sold.
Weezer has changed very little about this house since my cousin Fred died. She added central AC and heat and new mattresses, but all the old furniture is here and the odd mix of prints, paintings, and funny signs are still in their places. Fred wouldn’t tolerate even a bar stool moved out of place so I’m glad in a way that she honors him this way. I did move a stool and looked skyward and promised him that I’d move it back.
We’ve done little since Monday. My family came in and we’ve enjoyed hanging out with them. On Monday afternoon my brother visited and then my sister came back from Chapel Hill with a surprise…my niece Brooke! We sat in the lake in folding chairs and drank beer and mostly talked about retirement plans. Politics was mentioned only as he was leaving so we dodged that bullet. My brother is a Trumpie.
On Wednesday we drove to Wilmington and ate lunch at Indochine. Totally worth the drive. We stopped briefly at Trader Joe’s so now I know where that is. Still need to find the local co-op so that I can support them. Unfortunately Big W in Whiteville was closed yesterday, so the pasture raised pork brats are not an option. I hope it is not closed for good. I know he could not have been making much profit on selling that quality at competitive prices.
Yesterday Lisa and Brooke and I played Sequence. I really love these kind of strategy games so I may have to buy it for myself.
I finished my re-read of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and a new book, Girl Waits With Gun, by Amy Stewart. I look forward to reading more in this series. Now I am tackling Four Souls by Louise Erdrich but I’m not sure it’s a good book for the lake. I need something that is not depressing right now.
Not getting any artwork done, other than the slow finish of this project for India Flint’s collaborative “Gardens of the Heart” project.
Sleep has still been elusive and this is becoming a serious problem so I will need to search for other solutions when I get back.
slowly she turned 