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A Fresh Wind

29 Jul

Yikes what a summer this has been, just weatherwise alone. One minute my grass looked like the grass you find in a salt marsh, bright blinding green and so perennially wet you couldn’t mow it. Then in blew the searing heat and within three days it looked like someone trained a blowtorch on it . It’s no longer even grass, by the look of it. It’s Corn Flakes. Just Corn Flakes.

So once a year we get to go to the summer home of our friends at the beach for an all-too-brief 48 hours. This past week, I didn’t see how I was going to live long enough to get there.. A family of three is moving in with us for a while as they continue to look for a house in this daunting overpriced market.

We ‘re crazy about all three –  they’re family! – but all week long I could NOT stop stressing over how I would make space for them. I spent five solid days taking our stuff out of closets and bureaus, bureaus and closets and trying to figure out what to do with it all.  Of course I also had to work every day as everyone does, plus get to the doctor,  oversee some details around the estate of our much missed Uncle Ed and feed the hungry young mouths of a few other people, also staying with us this summer.

I was a tight little bundle of stress by the time we pulled late into our friends’ driveway in other words. It was pouring rain and the trip took hours. and while David gamely went out to a karaoke bar with the guy half of our hosts I fell exhausted into bed.

Then, in the night the wind came up. It rattled the bedroom door and set the window screen to singing and I slept like a stone – and woke in the morning to the sea across the street and the sun overhead and one gorgeously crisp flags-snapping day. Deliverance!

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Posted by on July 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

2 responses to “A Fresh Wind

  1. Gwen P Straub

    July 29, 2013 at 1:57 pm

    I can feel the ocean beyond that house across the street, Ter. The light in your photo hitting the porch slats is the beach!

     
    • Terry Marotta

      July 29, 2013 at 3:58 pm

      you are exactly right Gwen! You CAN feel it huh!

       

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