Good afternoon from beautiful warm and sunny Vermont. I’m out on our little porch writing in the silence of all the neighborhood toddlers napping. Soon they will be out with their parents and brothers and sisters, shrieking and jabbering like my own toddlers did at that age. For me, their noise, the silence, both are good.
This morning I drove northwest to visit with my sister in her lovely garden shed. Shed is not the correct word, because it’s actually a little one-room cottage with white chairs, pink cushions, and my dad’s old tools displayed on the framework of a side wall. She served me black tea and homemade coffee cake, all with graceful social distancing. We walked her flower gardens and she told me stories about the plants. I was so happy to be there catching the merry little breezes in the shed, talking, enjoying such a nice spring drive both ways, and then heading home to my own noisy pansies as they bloomed with much fanfare in my red Radio Flyer wagon.
And to think, that was just the beginning of the excitement. When I returned, my husband having informed me that 1) it was time to upgrade my phone (I trust him implicitly on these types of matters), and 2) my iPad had died and he couldn’t fix it, I pulled up the Tracfone website and had a nice long e-chat with a representative. The representative was very patient, even when I asked if the phone I was thinking of purchasing could fit in my purse.
I picked out a Samsung, Tim approved, and then, imagine such blessings, I ordered a pair of earphones as well. So now I’ll be able to download audio books on my phone, listen to them with my headphones, listen to my Spotify playlist through my phone in Mrs. Potts, and even have a GPS to get me to places unknown. Serena and Tim promise that they will help me get all set up, and they will teach me how to use everything. This accounts for big news at our house. We don’t buy things often.
I haven’t written much on With Regards, Stella Ramone. When I try, it all sounds like “blah, blah, blah.” So that’s it then, I’m in my “blah” period, which means I can focus on other things like reading about urban gardening and building up my repertoire on Dad’s guitar. Or sorting through my clothes and passing them on if they don’t quite fit anymore (which, unfortunately is a thing). Somehow I went into fall with five summer dresses fitting, and came into spring with just one left on the hanger. I guess I’ll have to dance more vigorously when I stop for my 2 PM daily work break.
I’m still working from home; the college is still in flux. At the same time, I’m living with the uncertainty. Aren’t we all?
Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.