Still alive and hopefully well here

Things are going fast and furious here. There seems to be no way to meet every commitment on time.
But it is comming together.

We had a friend drive up from Oregon just to work on some tile. No time to do it all and too busy and harried himself to try. But he did the the "different new" tile job on the upper bath floor and started the master bath and  gave some ideas for the stove backsplash or whatever you call it for the range in the kitchen.

It gave us heart again, I think.

So many things that I never thought about, visulized or was consulted about, but thats ok, I guess. This home will be part ours and part some of the kids. And thats ok. When I start to leave it each day, I slow down and stop in the drive and try to imagine it covered with greenry and stuff. I have a few notes laying about-- must replant roses, Gertrude Jeckyl, Midas Touch, Sally Holmes, Dortmund and on and on. Small trees with bark interest. Bird feeders and how to plan them. And I like to stand at the new back doorway and think of paths for grandkids and hidden turns and cover for mystery exploring and the mind games that kids play, if you can get them away from the screens.

The cabinets are mostly in. Tomorrow, we go select cuts for countertops and granite. Today I walked through the kitchen and tried to imagine using it.

The next day, the carpet comes. All but two rooms we will have to ask them to wait on. Our budget is shrinking and each delay, each not ready, each decision unmade keeps hacking away at it.

Oh, well.

The March winds have arrived. Funny, I worried about deep cold, I worried about heavy rains, which will still be a danger for long time to come. But today, driving into Brewster, I watched  part of a field blow by overhead, a huge brown cloud of dust, and I wondered what indent it made on the river and where it would wind up, this migrating dirt. I had forgotten the  March winds. If we are lucky, two weeks of it and then nice weather with an occasional storm. I do not like the wind. It comes from having bad ears and a bad chest. But this too will pass.

Its nice to have blue skys sometimes and the most of the grey gone. I still watch to see if its clouds up on the hills or fire though.
There are all sorts of ashes from the fire and its not all on the ground. Some of it is in my head.