It's about Time

Yes, I procrastinate. Every day I say that I will get back to my blog, but...

Life is moving along, which it tends to do. In the last month, I've had equal moments of work and play, which is perfect. Got to spend a week in Provincetown getting the condo in shape to rent out for the season. The weather was breathtaking and, as always, Ptown was relaxing and easy.

Fortunately Milton Kelley came up from Beaufort and whipped the place into shape before I knew it. In the meantime, Andrew Sullivan was generous enough to let me stay at his place so I didn't have to inhale paint fumes and trip over carpentry, so I got to watch the full moon rising over the bay and listen to the tide coming in underneath me.

Then, on to the Mountain, where I organized? and removed tons of stuff to make room for a wonderful tenant, Jason. Breaks my heart to turn the cabin over to someone else, but since I have to, Jason is perfect. He is a wonderful, responsible, charming young man who will love it as much as I do. It is so much fun to talk to someone who recognizes the energy in that spot of the universe. I'm sending him the plans for a labyrinth and am hoping he'll have time to build it.

The Endless Mountains are gorgeous and fill me with such joy. I can't be unhappy in that place. I get so jazzed being there that it makes me feel slightly insane.

Now I'm trying to get Edgewater on track so it will be ready for the wonderful Milton who will be living here.

All that, and I still have my "other" job. I am not ambitious, don't want to run an empire, so I get to work with clients who find me, which means that they are pre-selected for compatibility. All I want is to do what I love with people I love and get paid for it. Not much to ask, but rare. I'm so lucky that it happens and continues to grow just enough to keep me busy. So, off to Atlanta and then Boston.

As for the blog: the reason I think I dropped it is because I bore myself with all this tittle-tattle, or whatever. I read my friend, Ellen Herrick's blog, and feel like a first-grader trying to figure out what to draw on the paper. In any case, it am what it am, and now you know.