Another departure eve, this time a Friday, and because I am an overly emotional and semi-depressive person, I spent most of the day in sadness, quiet and quick to becoming snitty towards my husband because he is the person I am fairly sure will not judge me too much despite the fact that I have taken my weirdness out on him.
Jessie and Vergil and the boys are all back in their mountain home tonight. Vergil’s aunt is visiting and his mother is making a supper for all of them. We were invited but I wanted to come back to the cabin and get everything that I can packed up as we are obligated to check out of here tomorrow at 10:00. I have my suitcase packed with all of the dresses I did not wear, the kitchen mostly packed except for a few things we’ll be eating for supper and things that will go into the cooler tomorrow to take home. It is raining which is lovely, and although it is preternaturally peaceful and quiet here without the boys and their parents and I miss the laughing, the busy-ness of the making of our supper, and the happy hour atmosphere, it’s not so bad with just my husband. I have what is quite possibly the tenth load of laundry in the dryer. The amount of towels alone that this family has gone through is ridiculous. But it’s a lovely laundry room although I have discovered that in order to keep the dryer door closed, it is imperative to prop the step ladder against it. Once I figured that out- no problem.
This has really been a sweet house and I would be happy to own it, surrounded as it is by all of the North Carolina greenery which has to be seen to be believed. All of the wood paneling and wooden doors and cabinets make for a sturdy and beautiful place. It is rather far from Black Mountain Proper and the roads to and from are winding and switch-backing and I am always grateful that I am not driving. But that is the reason it’s so peaceful here and there is always a trade-off in this life.
It took most of the morning for Jessie to pack up their things and load their car. The boys and I did a little “art,” coloring and drawing pictures and I folded towels and clothes. August and Levon spent some more time in the hot tub. And then we drove to Black Mountain and had pizza and then to Montreat, which is a very waspy but lovely community with a liberal Christian college in it, I think, as well as being a conference center, and where Billy Graham had a home in which he took his last breath, and also a playground and a creek that runs through it where we waded. Rock sculptures were made and races were run with various sticks and leaves thrown into the water to see which one would reach the finish line (a tiny tumble of a waterfall) first.
God. I am so crazy sometimes.