Little piece of paradise

I discovered the most amazing piece of property today. It has hills and valleys, a gorgeous pond, lots of mature oaks and other native trees, tons of privacy, and is easily accessible to the highway. And at a price I can afford.

I immediately took Honey to see it, all the while hoping he would love it as much as me. After getting his approval, I called an agent to get more details, and we will hear back from her tomorrow or the next day.

I am excited, nervous, and apprehensive about everything, but I know it will work out if it’s meant to be. In the meantime, we are going through house plans to find the perfect Craftsman-style home.

This may go nowhere, but I can’t help but feel hopeful. I’ll post more when I know more…

Luna

In April, Honey and I stopped by a local Honda dealer and purchased our first new car – a 2016 Civic. We went knowing which color we preferred (Cosmic Blue), but the dealership didn’t have one in stock with the package we wanted. After driving an identical car of a different color and settling on a price, they placed an order for one and told us it would be built the first week of May.

I received a call on my birthday telling me the car had arrived, but since we were out of town on vacation, it was a few days later before we were able to pick her up.

She is exquisite. We chose the upgraded package which included aluminum wheels, a large touchscreen control panel, a sunroof, better sound, and an advanced safety system called Honda Sensing that utilizes multiple cameras to avoid rear-end collisions, prevent lane and road departures, and keeps our car at a safe distance from others when we are using cruise control.

We are thoroughly enjoying our new ride, and the fact that she is getting around 37 mpg is an added bonus.

We named her Luna.

Luna

A moment in time

I just spent a couple of hours scanning some old photos, and looking at pictures of myself from 20+ years ago always leaves me feeling a little depressed.

PhotoScan (94)I look at that young, innocent face and I feel a mixture of jealousy and remorse because he has his whole life in front of him and doesn’t even grasp the significance of it. He doesn’t understand how beautiful he is, and how much his life will change over the next few years.

He has no idea that twenty years later he will be staring at his own photo thinking about how fast the time goes. Or how quickly looks fade and bodies fail. Or how he might have done this thing differently or that one the same.

He is just thinking about how the photo will turn out, or some boy he likes, or what he’s going to do tomorrow.

If I’m fortunate enough to get another twenty years, I’m sure I will look back on this time in my life with the same envy and the same feelings of melancholy.

I guess I’d better start posing for more pictures.