29th June 2019
Today was a special day in two respects, one the opening of our new space, the other the birthday of Kelli’s son and mother.
We got to “Our Collected Homes “ a couple of hours after it opened hoping to see utter chaos, and most of our pieces gone. Reality was we only sold a few small items, nothing big. That was a bit of a letdown, but not undeterred, we found some small items at Goodwill.
The weather is at last warm and sunny, which causes me to perspire at the drop of a hat, especially if I have any work to do. The merits of air conditioning come into their own when you walk inside the house, that cool air hits you, and my damp tee shirt suddenly feels like an ice pack, brr, that’s cold.
The Bulthouse family birthday tradition kicked off at 7.00pm with presents and cake, washed down with a couple of glasses of Sangria, or for the Christians, a glass of cold water.
The celebration is a collection of laughter and tears. Then it is over, and everyone disappears, all we have left is the remains of the cake and drink. I think curfews last longer, it is a race to see who can leave the earliest .
That takes a bit of getting used too (like not being offered a cup of tea when you visit people) most of the conversations are conducted in the driveway or over fences, but that is their way, and I don’t think I can change them.
We rounded off the day around the fire pit, burning some of the low hanging branches I had cut off from from the pine trees. These had made cutting the grass around them so torturous. It was like being whipped (not in a good way) every time I was dragged by the mower under them. My revenge was watching them erupt in flames, although they got revenge by showering us with airborne ash.
Another Lifetime to go 