God is in the details
I feel somehow like I’m missing the war map on the wall, the one where you put flag pins in where you need to attack and have other color pins for what might be attacking you. Only this isn’t war, it is strategy and hustle and flying by the seat of your pants.
I had someone tell me today that they admired my passion and it was for their business! That is what is nuts, that I could immerse myself in another industry for 16 hours and be tickled pink to be all up in there. Then there was the phone calls – now the VRBO site seems to bring calls as much as emails with people out of the blue saying we’d like to come on this date is that okay – I had to catch myself from being caught offguard twice.
Tonight I lit the candles in the back on the screen porch, in the Turkish light hanging from the post, and the blue and gold lights from Tangiers in the new kitchen in back – it’s our European kitchen and the feel is there with the copper counter top that drops over the washer and dryer and the chest with the marble top that a friend gave us, and the stove and dishwasher purchased from another friend – the kitchen has come together and pulled us back to the other house – the house within a house – it’s a, for lack of a better term, pop up house. A house within a house.
I spoke to someone from the Pacific Northwest who said the house looks gorgeous from the website and it is, and this neighborhood is, and New Orleans is, and well, isn’t it interesting what a difference a day makes, or a change in perspective?