Tea With Me: 12th June, 2023 Monday
So in the last few nights Dream Kite has drfited just low enough for me to have hints of tales but not low enough for memory grab to know all the journeys of each tale. The snippets I have grabbed include two four month old seal sleek black Deerhound pups peacefully attached to a new Dreamland friend. Another snippet grab is three cats, beloveds of another Dreamland friend, needing to be let in a window of a guest bedroom. Houses, travel, some people I know, some I do not, all part of Dreamscape these days. But the tales, I cannot tell you.
So three years ago today we sold Hood River and bought Santa Fe. And I sit confined to my lovely kitchen with all 7 dogs confined to the kitchen wing due to yet another day of house repairings. Today the 30 year old porch shades are being refitted with gears and hooks so twirling them up and down to fend off the summer sundown baths becomes possible again. And our Guru Gardener comes again today for inrrigation sleuthing so we can reinvent a lawn after three years of septic digs and cottonwood root extraction have left the ground demolitioned. We will see something verdant soon.
Its been a task, bringing this majestic Lady back from her previous neglect. Black Mold in her plumbing’s heart required as we moved in, a plumbing heart transplant which meant no water for a week. No hot water for three. The radiant floor boiler had been the leaking source of Black Mama Mold. Along with aged out in concrete floor tubing, we chose to not reup the boiler but install a complex network of minisplits to heat and cool. Another costly surgery. And then the stucco over 3.4 quarters of the house was done along with recoating of the flat roofs.
The Lady as we met her, told us all her major miseries. We listened and addressed. Her Breath came back.
She has kept up her promise to inform us of her sorrows and we have dried her tears and repaired her wounds, many of which were setup at her birth. Lovely lovely bones she has. She was designed to catch the light. I have been so captured by how the light moves through her. She is a sculpted thing. And she houses us with gratitude.
In the last six months I wearied of her tears. I have thought to hand her off. But she is just beginning to reflect the level of our loving care. And we have learned how to find the care she needs in this land which three years ago was brand spanking new to us.
She is my project now. And I am happy to have her.
Tea was Green
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