Farewell tacky art of Venice; hello Victorian charm. After four years and nine months in the Hartford, the Elaina Bar is relocating. That’s right folks, in just a few weeks Darrin and I will enter into an official co-habitation agreement. Our new home is conveniently located a block away from our current one. (We figured we could use shopping carts to move and spend the U-Haul money on liquor.) There is a large tree in the front yard with a porch that is sure to provide the best people watching in town – even the bench is included with rent (no more non-smoking balconies). We’ll have a real door that opens up right into the outside world (good bye annoying buzzer) and a wood burning fireplace with embedded agates. There are hardwoods throughout and enough built-ins for both our book collections. The closets are beyond my wildest dreams and there is actually enough storage space for all my event stuff. We will share the office upstairs and be able to walk around all three sides of the bed downstairs. There are two bathrooms and more than one place to do free laundry. The kitchen has cabinet space galore and a tall freezer for multiple bags of ice. The dining room has an old fashioned crystal chandelier that has friday night dinner party written all over it. Saving the best for last, the backyard is as private as it is barbeque friendly. Incase the front door wasn’t enough, we have a backdoor too. There is a Flibert tree that folds over onto tomato vines and wild flowers. All this for a little more than a dollar a square foot? They’re paying us to live there. Photos: https://weblog.decentric.com/photos/glisan_manor/
In the spirit of chocolate and domestic things, the Swedes get it. With a quick stop for meatballs and yellow pea soup we rushed to make it through IKEA in four hours. At an average rate of $.50 per minute, I’m glad we weren’t there longer. My brightly colored yellow and blue bag carried an interesting collection of desirable household items. The top four favorites include a fancy French press for the kitchen, a set of four sassy martini coasters for the bar, three cone shaped chrome lights to hang in the bedroom, and a big black and blue area rug for the front room.
My brother and I are drinking cans of Coors Light and enjoying some family time with network TV. First the Man Show and now Reno 911 – quality programming at its finest. My mom is sound asleep in the next room. She is making progress everyday and has been out of the hospital for three days now. She is on medication for her heart and mind, however, we hare hoping that is just a temporary solution. Her brother Bob called today from Korea and it was great to hear from him. He and Uncle Jim in Florida call everyday to check in. One of her oldest friend Chris also called tonight. Despite her husband’s recent battle with cancer, she offered Mom a room in her home.
Sometimes we all just need to be reminded that we matter, that we do have the strength, and that we are loved. It is amazing how a little kindness, a few simple words, or a subtle gesture can make a difference. That, and slowing down to breathe more deeply.
"And the day came when it was more painful to stay tight in a bud than it was to blossom."