This House Business

So our house was for sale this year. It didn’t sell, so we took it off the market. Why was it for sale? Well, our dream house was on the market, and we really wanted to buy it. We called it “Hobbit House” because it was old with stone archways and creeping vines and big windows.

Sigh.

But we were fine with it in the end. Hobbit House was old and needed a vast amount of work, so we dodged that bullet, and we do love Mabel’s House so much.

But now our realtor (also a friend) has a couple of parties that might be interested in our house, even though it’s been off the market for a while. We’re pretty conflicted. And it may be that nothing comes of it. But what if it does? Hobbit House is off the market. Where would we go? Would we even want to?

So there you have it, confession time, a part of my life I had not previously shared.

Untucked

I redid our bedroom not long after Jane was born.

I got a king size bed.

No bed frame.

Hopefully the extra room will mean a happier more together family.

I bought the cheapest duvet cover in Target.

And called it done.

It’s a far cry from the carefully decorated room it used to be.

The sheets don’t match.

The bedding is usually messy.

Jane likes to wallow.

But it’s a restful room.

Instead of arranged and uptight, it’s untucked and unfinished.

But I love it so much more.

 

Quiet Pause

You know it’s a good vacation when I forget to take pictures with my camera. The only pics I have are from Instagram… so my apologies go out to my followers there. It’s a repeat show for you.

In Eureka there are old springs that used to be considered “healing waters.” This is my favorite. It’s a cave just below the ground. It was 100 degrees above those stairs when I took the picture. Down below it was a gorgeous 65. Had I been living in Eureka during the pre-air conditioner days I’d have parked a chair down in the cool darkness and set up a summer home down there in nature’s air conditioner.

There’s always a candle lit down there. If feels a bit like church to me. It’s impossible not to be reverent when you see unique and beautiful places like this, or when you think about the clear water bubbling under the ground that was once considered magic. I’m so thankful God’s imagination is beyond mine.

I’ll be honest folks.

Life hasn’t been all peaches and roses lately. It’s been more like an airplane ride, only I’m strapped to the nose of the plane and the wind speed is making it impossible to close my eyes.

But just for this weekend I forgot about all that. I thought about how beautiful life is. How it’s not just parking lots and commutes and stressful work situations and lonely nights by myself. There’s a whole big world out there, full of sparkling springs and caves and Victorian homes and restaurants within walking distance. It’s seasides and sunsets and crickets chirping at twilight. It’s Jane’s laughs and giggles at bath time, it’s hope that things can, and will, change.

I also realized that sometimes when we pray to God for a change in our life, it doesn’t happen overnight. Sometimes we just have to be tired for a while. It comes on slowly, at it’s own pace… in His own time. I think that’s happening in my life right now. No overnight miracles… just slow, cautious steps toward something a little different. A little better. A little closer to the feeling of cool calm air I found in this spring, just below the surface.

Quiet Pause

You know it’s a good vacation when I forget to take pictures with my camera. The only pics I have are from Instagram… so my apologies go out to my followers there. It’s a repeat show for you.

In Eureka there are old springs that used to be considered “healing waters.” This is my favorite. It’s a cave just below the ground. It was 100 degrees above those stairs when I took the picture. Down below it was a gorgeous 65. Had I been living in Eureka during the pre-air conditioner days I’d have parked a chair down in the cool darkness and set up a summer home down there in nature’s air conditioner.

There’s always a candle lit down there. If feels a bit like church to me. It’s impossible not to be reverent when you see unique and beautiful places like this, or when you think about the clear water bubbling under the ground that was once considered magic. I’m so thankful God’s imagination is beyond mine.

I’ll be honest folks.

Life hasn’t been all peaches and roses lately. It’s been more like an airplane ride, only I’m strapped to the nose of the plane and the wind speed is making it impossible to close my eyes.

But just for this weekend I forgot about all that. I thought about how beautiful life is. How it’s not just parking lots and commutes and stressful work situations and lonely nights by myself. There’s a whole big world out there, full of sparkling springs and caves and Victorian homes and restaurants within walking distance. It’s seasides and sunsets and crickets chirping at twilight. It’s Jane’s laughs and giggles at bath time, it’s hope that things can, and will, change.

I also realized that sometimes when we pray to God for a change in our life, it doesn’t happen overnight. It comes on slowly, at it’s own pace… in His own time. I think that’s happening in my life right now. No overnight miracles… just slow, cautious steps toward something a little different. A little better. A little closer to the feeling of cool calm air I found in this spring, just below the surface.

I look tired in this picture because I am. So very tired.

No matter the trials, no matter the stresses, the Lord is still with me.

Olive Oyle and Weekend Thoughts

Weekends. Whew. I love them, but lately, they’re harder than a work week. I’ve been so tired lately. When I get tired I wear less makeup. And that always makes me think about the time, way back when, I asked my sisters if I looked better with or without makeup.

One of them responded, “Well. You kind of look like Shelley Duval without it.”

And it’s true.

I have these great big eyelids, and if they don’t have eyeshadow I look just like her.

Olive Oyl.

That’s me.

I was going to take pictures of olives, but we’re out. So avocados will have to do.

Anyway.

So that’s me. Looking forward to the weekend.

I’ll be sure to wear some eyeshadow.