So. Hi. It's been awhile.
We went away for our anniversary trip and then life just sort of got evaporated in the fire of 10,000 suns. Er, a heatwave.
We survived, of course. Two weeks of 100+ is no big deal in the grand scheme of things. We had Bushmills on the rocks and trips to the ocean and a day of napping beneath the fan in the yoga/dance/game/TV room.
And frozen watermelon slushies - my WORD! (Seriously - 8 frozen strawberries, 1/4 frozen super ripe watermelon, a few blueberries just for fun - Holy Crap! Mind blowing. Especially when your house is 110 degrees.)
And, though it is still very much Summer here, things are cooling down enough to think straight again.
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Part of thinking straight is re-visiting our response to our landlord. We were so hurt and angry and frustrated that they would a) take the tree out for no good reason b) in the middle of a heatwave when we had no AC c) not care, and d) leave a giant pile of mulch in the lawn for US to move - that we basically pouted.
I stopped watering the front lawn. We pulled our porch furniture and our decorative statuary and declared, "This house is dead to us! Dead!" We frantically tried to find ways to break our lease and leave early and just move, dangit. Even considered bumping up our house purchasing plan 4 years because we were tired of Idiots Ruining Our Lives, etc. etc.
But. Yesterday, after a month of gnashing our teeth and rending our garments, we decided that logistically, unless the Perfect Perfect Perrrrrrr-fect rental comes along and the stars align and our ducks stay nicely in a row - we just can't leave til after the holidays. There is just too much going on.
So. We stay for awhile.
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This decision feels right. And by this morning we'd decided to put the furniture back (and the statuary). And not only will we water the lawn, but we will also plant things in the newly sun-drenched flowerbeds.
Lantana. Our favorite. (Well, except roses (MM) and zinnias (me).)
When we moved here, it felt like the right place for us to be. And we wanted to be a blessing to the neighborhood. It's a quiet and unfriendly (though polite) neighborhood, where people don't really know each other or act neighborly. And us sitting on our front porch a lot, gave us the chance to do that. We've gone beyond remarks on the weather and had real conversations.
We don't want to let our butthead landlord spoil that for us. "We want to return good for evil," MM said.
We don't know when we will be moving, really. (Our ducks move around a LOT.) But no sooner than the new year. And until then we want to bring Life and beauty into barren spaces. And, oh, if any of our conversations are an indicator, there are some seriously barren spaces in this neighborhood.
The dead parts in me need to be cultivated and nurtured and brought to life, too. So, win-win. And hopefully the house, and my soul will be in better shape by the time we move on.