I would love to know what you’d think and say about how the kids have grown, what they’ve become, who they remind you of, how important they are to you. I’d like to share my garden with you, though I know just the thought of this heat would make your skin crawl. I wonder what you’d think of America, where I am in my life, all the obstacles I’ve dealt with to get this far. Most of all, I hope you are looking down and know that we are happy, that you would be pleased for us and with us.
I was thinking that I don’t have time to write today …or anything to write about. I am busy with clients, listing, juggling, negotiating. I have started my short sale advertising campaign, so the printer is humming along like Casey Jone and his Cannon Ball express. It’s not loud, but I do have to step out into the hallway when I answer the phone. It’s raining outside…big time. The sound of the rain and the chugging of the printer is hypnotic! The phone has been a constant since just after six this morning so busy is as busy does. I’m hoping that this leads to something good, cha ching! As a Brit. I relate rain to cold. Actually, cold, wet, windy and all round miserable but since coming to the states, rain can take on a whole new meaning. Rain at 94 degrees was something I first encountered living in Florida. It was like being in a car wash or sauna. Huntsville is not far behind on that one. Still, England didn’t get to be a green and pleasant land without all that water and My yard is it’s abundance self, flourishes from these downpours.
Power back on after six days and the worst storm in the history of N Alabama. Hundreds lost their homes and belongings. Driving through the county yesterday to check on my listings I can see the damage is pretty intensive. We are not strangers to weather hiccups. We were in Florida for several hurricanes and even though Jacksonville has not been in receipt of a direct ht in some 47 years..it’s taken a few knocks. We were in Chesapeake VA when Hurricane Bonnie came visiting our street. Hubby was in the Persian Gulf , we were left to our own devices…came through unscathed, with a little help from a lot of friends. Ever navy guy on shore tour in the locality came and helped clear the homes of families who’s dad was gone..We were in Pax River MD when Isabel came through and boy was she angry. Even though we were in a rented house, the debris was extensive and the clean up took forever. The landlord made a customary appearance, never to be seen again. My husband “logged” all the down trees, we sat many a weekend in the yard around a blazing pile of logs. I was recovering from surgery and the time was good to us all. My daughter was in high school so we gathered up a mob of her buddies and did as much community help and fundraiser work as we could muster. A good and beneficial time had by all. Fond memories. We needed that.