Thursday, March 25, 2010
Guardian Angel: Black Beauty
Yesterday I was living out of my car wondering where home would be. This morning I'm in a funky cabin on the lake listening to birds sing as I drink my morning tea. It's funny, this was my third choice, the make-do possibility, the "just for a little while" option but it's homely charm is working on me and it feels perfect. Last night Ryan brought my granddaughters up and we walked down to the lake and explored the boat dock where I'll keep my kayaks. After dinner we played ping-pong in the converted garage and made "weedies" on the deck. I didn't know what "weedies" were but they turned out to be part pine needles, multiple parts tape and the imagination of a 4-year-old.
It was a perfect first evening in my new place and I'm not sure it would have been as perfect in the spectacular house that I fell in love with. Life, once again, is perfect and right. Sometimes it seems like life is Black Beauty and I am riding on his back, doing my best to just hold on and enjoy the ride.