I miss my old house. It was small and had been remodeled with poor workmanship, but it was magical. Up on a hill. Private and secluded. Views of the open sky and the houses below. I could watch the sunset every night. And on a good clear day, see the sparkle of sunlight hitting the ocean.
It had a huge palm tree that shaded me from the LA heat and freaked me out every time we had a windstorm. Late afternoons brought a breeze that would flow through the whole house.
Skunks made their way through the yard at dusk. Raccoons fought on my roof. Cats lounged wherever they wanted. I even spotted a possum once.
And the neighbors were great. A mix of LA artists.
I miss that place. It had everything. Everything but ample space for a family, garage, or a good school district.
So I eventually packed it up and found a place with the new things I needed. But at one time, it had everything I needed. It was my peaceful hideaway. And I miss it often.
Someday I will find a place that has all of the old and new things mixed together. A view AND a good school district. Big palm tree that shades me AND a garage.
Until then, I can only reminisce. I can’t live there anymore. But I can remember what it felt like to be there.
Remember I told you about my friend Colleen (aka Communicatrix) who was trying to raise $50,000 in 50 days for her 50th birthday? Well, she did it. And more. Waaay more.
This goes to show you what you can accomplish when you have an idea and actually implement and follow through. Are you inspired? Because I am.
Oh, and she shaved her head. Did I mention that?
and one crazy dog. Hmm, I’m sensing a really good sitcome here. I better get writing!
OH MY GOODNESS. I didn’t think it could be done. At least not this easily (knock on wood). Max finally slept in his own crib, in his own room last night!
Max has been sleeping in his swing during the night for the last few months simply because we discovered HE WOULD SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT! Yes, one magical night, when everyone was sleep deprived, in his swing, he slept the whole night. Hallelujah! Hungry for sleep, it just became the routine.
We know why he liked it, it sort of cocooned him the way it curved around him. Who wouldn’t sleep like a baby when snuggled in like that?
But we knew it couldn’t last. Eventually he’d outgrow the swing. I pictured him at 5 years old, legs dangling on the floor, the swing bowed from the weight. The horror on the faces of friends and family.
We’d tried when he was around 2.5 months to place him back in his bassinet where he slept the first month. But he wasn’t having it. He woke up every hour. So back to the swing he went. Are you kidding? We wanted SLEEP!
But yesterday (I think his age helps) he slept in his crib, in his own room. And he only woke up once at 2:30am. OK, I couldn’t get him back to sleep until 4:30, but then he slept until 7:30am. Overall it was a good night. Easy as pie, right? Oh, and knock on wood again too.
