For everything there is a season
The acacia trees in San Francisco used to send my allergies into a tailspin – well the pollen from the oaks that has covered everything in my office with the same yellow dust as the acacias sent out has sent my body into lethargy. Yesterday, I had a myriad of tasks to perform for the house that I just couldn’t even contemplate. I went to Pilates and afterwards dragged my foot to the couch and put it up since it was throbbing and I was falling asleep just driving home from uptown in the morning.
Then A appeared at the door – he hadn’t been in the house yet and was checking on me and checking out the house. We toured and he delighted in all of the features of the LaLa – by the time we got to the terrace he said “no one until now has a house that I envy.” He was then off to find Blakely in City Park on his bike to tell him how badly the recovery needed to involve green space and on the way out he said at the door – “you ready for men?” – I said sure why not – he said in good Jewish fashion “I know a nice cardiologist a few houses down from me.”
Since I was up I went about the tasks – first put the spacers in the bookshelves that don’t fit the bookshelves that sag because they have books on them – a real mystery in mind. One load of laundry. Tried out my Dirt Devil upright, which I am now in love with because it works so well on hardwood floors unlike the Oreck that has been my staple for years. Hang a monkey mask in the living room, hang Kim Frohsin’s Tower in the dining room and place the wood carved Barong looking back at the house again to keep an EYE on the LaLa. The horseshoe over the office door. The elephant knocker from Bali by my office since everyone raps on the window and I didn’t think about the need for a doorbell back here. Although the front door bell has two chimes – the one in the house that sings Who Shot The LaLa and the one in my office that has elephants trumpeting.
Later as I was getting dressed to go out I spied two men studying the LaLa and I walked outside and thought I recognized one of them – it was the Bayou Stone Fox – Travis, I called, is that you? – I invited both of them in for a tour. The BSF’s friend C is an architect so they were marvelling at the house. They came through in the usual kind of chaos, me trying to get my shoe tied, Arlene running out to the front lawn to use the bathroom at the most inappropriate time, me searching for a doggie bag, hobbling outside to pick up the dog poop, my guests now wandering aimlessly inside, delighting in the the wonderful features of the house.
I am in the post phase or the time to enjoy phase – which brings a different energy level as I told TL later in the evening – did you have post-house depression? He says he thinks he did, does.