The simple things......


There are a number of reasons WHY I have chosen to actually continue to live in the house during the renovation. I have other options, most notably a studio apartment behind the house downtown, but with City Kitty here now and the entire Puss Patrol entourage roaming the country property and all of them needing daily attention, I might as well commit to the experience.

If I were dealing with a wife and kids, I would have been divorced and hated by now, but all things being equal, I believe I have managed pretty well with all of the inconveniences. It's also necessary for me to be here on a daily basis with spur of the moment decisions, cleaning, organizing, deliveries, and of course, writing the checks to keep the ball rolling.

I have been working with more than a dozen contractors and workmen that all have other jobs and interests. In an effort to keep costs in check and get the most bang for my buck, I have offered to be the jello in between their other endeavors. This can be good for the budget and give me a chance to make tweaks along the way, but it does slow down the process more than most people would be comfortable with.

Some days I just say to myself "WTF was I thinking". One of those days happened last week. I was mowing the grass and thinking that with every aspect of the house in full swing, I still have hours of weekly cleanup and lawn care that never stop and continually pile up. I got a little whiny and bitched a bit, but then took a deep breath, talked myself off the ledge and took tally of where we started and how far we have come. That put me back on track and allowed me to focus less on the overwhelming big picture and hone in a bit more on some of the simple things and truly WHY this journey is important.

I took a look around me. The peonies are blooming and the fragrance is truly God's gift. I got close enough to see the ants and lady bugs crawling on the buds, the rogue sunflowers easing their way from the earth to the sky and sensing Hemingway with his big ole Mufasa-like cranium hiding in his personal jungle, stretching out for a handshake. It may not be Idaho, but it is a slice of heaven.

The house has a way to go, but the trees, grass, flowers and fresh air are perpetual, and I once again found my WHY.I got my camera out and took a few minutes to give myself a forever reminder of the reasons. Nothing gives me more solace than to run my hands through Mother Earths's soil. Breathe in Her beauty and know that a piece of infinity belongs to me to care for during my gift of time on this amazing little blue planet.

I feel I am blessed and here are a few simple reasons WHY.........

Mom would have called and said, "The peonies and roses are blooming. They smell so good. Do you want me to bring you some by?" Of course I would have said YES. They say that smell is the sense that is most closely related to memory. I would have to agree...........