That's what the sky and gulf looked like this morning when I got up. I knew it was packing-up day and I do not like packing-up day. I do not like packing for the trip or unpacking when the trip is over, either. This is enough to make me really have to want to go somewhere to make it worthwhile. The skies we've seen this past week alone have been packing-worthy. It looked like it was finally settling down as we were leaving- the sea flatter than it had been since we got there. I did not see one person in the water the whole time we were there. The constant rip current warnings probably had something to do with that.
I'd mostly packed up the kitchen last night and it really wasn't that big a deal to get everything else loaded up this morning. We stopped by the realty agency from which we'd rented on our way off the island and presented the woman behind the desk with our keys and a list of the issues we'd found at the house that really need to be dealt with. These ranged from not being able to get out of the door to the top balcony to there being not one piece of outdoor furniture on the lower deck that wasn't cracked. Some of the chairs were even missing legs.
Lights that didn't work. A toilet that was iffy. Blinds that didn't work. Etc. The house was fine, really, but when you're paying Plantation prices you should get at least get access to the best beach-viewing place in the house. And have chairs that are safe to sit in when you're on the deck.
The lady wrote everything down and then most likely threw the list away.
We stopped in Eastpoint and had breakfast at the Mexican restaurant. Which was good, as always.
Then the drive home. I read some of the car-trip book we've not yet finished from our trip to NC out loud and I swear, it seemed like it only took a half hour to get home.
Home. Oh, my beloved little nest.
Look what I found when I walked into the kitchen.
I knew that Jessie and the boys and Vergil had all come out to the house to check on the cats and I thought that Vergil was doing something for Glen having to do with figuring out a way to put up some siding on the house in a place that needs it. Turns out, though, that what Vergil had really been doing was...
Well. Setting up this.
I cried. I literally did cry.
Vergil helped Glen shop for it, and Jessie and the boys unboxed everything and then Vergil set it up. I am so thrilled.
There's also a blue-tooth function where I can put the record on and then listen through my airpods while going about my life in the house if I want. This, of course, may or may not be utilized but I have paired the speakers with my phone.
Who could ever have imagined such technology back in the olden days when I was listening to the Stones on my wooden radio with the Bakelite dials?
You know, Boomers get a lot of shit for being...well, Boomers. But you know what? We've really had to learn and adapt to so much in the last twenty years that the Gen-Whatevers have pretty much grown up with. Our Boomer brains just don't have those same grooves but we learn. We do adapt. And by the way- didn't our generation invent a lot of that technology? Initially, at least.
Oh, let us be kind to each other. Let us say something sweet to everyone we can. Let us smile at friends and strangers in such a way that says I am human and you are human too, and because of that, we both inevitably struggle, but for this second, in this place and time, we are two humans together and I see you.
I see you.