Apology and a Good Excuse
Over the past almost 18 months of writing this blog, I have prided myself on not missing a day. Last September, I did not write on my daughter's wedding day, but, otherwise, I have been obsessively reliable. Until yesterday. We are in Maine, back on MDI (Mt Desert Island), one of our favorite places in all the word. When we were here in June, it rained one day and we entertained ourselves, as we often have in the past, by looking at real estate. Every other year, that was been just that. Entertainment. This year, we stumbled onto a tiny gem of a cottage, right on a large tidal pond, and fell in love with the spot and the possibilities. The price was right, too, and, almost the next thing we knew, we had made an offer which was accepted.
We closed on the property last week, and are here for Labor Day week-end, staying in our place for the first time. Most of yesterday was spent with the architect and the caretaker--the place needs a lot of work. Last night as the wind blew and the rain poured, we put out buckets under several roof leaks. By next summer, when all the work has been done, I assume we won't need buckets. In spite of the damp interior, we are thrilled. As is our dog whom we literally have to drag out of the water. This place is Golden Retriever heaven.
It does not not have internet service (hence, no blog yesterday), but we know a few public wifi spots, and, by the time we return to a reconfigured and much improved cottage next spring, we will have internet at home. I am so very grateful and quite sure that, without the experience of two cancers, I would not have been psychologically able to justify this purchase. But I know, and you know, about grabbing joy when we can.