It is so cozy and warm. There is a front porch with a nice rocking swing. There is a front room with a big wide table, perfect for spreading out my writing on. Also perfect for my laptop. The afternoon sun coming through the slats in the blinds makes this front room a noir heaven. There is another room on the eastern side, pale blue walls – with a “kitchen nook”, a counter and stools – this counter has become a repository for … everything random. Beach glass. Change. Notebooks. The kitchen is big and beautiful, with a small window looking out over a field and a hill with a little house on top of the hill. The sun sets behind there, spectacularly. There is a steep staircase going upstairs. Three bedrooms. My room is long and narrow, with a sort of dormer window cut-out at one end, where the big bed goes. The walls are a pale green. I feel luxurious and safe in that room. I wake up when it is dark, but my favorite time up there is after my afternoon bath – when the light has started to fade. I love my room. There is a “den” downstairs with a huge wraparound leather couch that takes up all available space and is quite ridiculous and ugly. However, there is one corner where I sit in the mornings – and Hope curls up next to me, and then I don’t mind that it is leather. It is “my spot”. That room is where the TV is. I like it best in there on rainy freezing mornings. I start to get restless in there after a time – there’s no direct sunlight – and so you feel like you’re in a little isolated pod at times, and you must LEAVE it to go join the world.
There are nooks and crannies through this house that I have grown to love. I love the upstairs bathroom, but I can’t stand the lighting in there. I have a candle for when I take my baths, because the lights just grate. I love the watercolors on the wall, lighthouses and beach scenes. I love my porch so much. I think it will be the porch that I really miss.
I’ll post some pictures of all of this when I get home, but suffice it to say, this has been a good house for me. I am now thinking of this past month as a kind of rest cure. That’s really what’s been going on. I am glad I decided to take it.
So glad that the “rest cure” has been good to you, Sheila. But hmm… are you sure you’re not going to pull a Hans Castorp on us and turn that couple of weeks into seven years?
Enjoy the rest of your time on that magic mountain, er, island.
Hahahaha promise me youll come rescue me if i turn into hans castorp!