Hell, I Don't Even Dare To Eat A Peach

This time of year, the light in my bathroom when I get up is absolutely splendid. That's what it looked like this morning, viewed through the piece of fabric I have hanging as a curtain. The shadows behind it are bamboo and the way they shift and dance in the breeze is magical. 

I just discovered last week something that I should have noticed years ago which is that when the light is coming in like that, the water, which comes from the sink tap aerated, catches the light and makes the running stream of water sparkle as if it had tiny diamonds and slivers of silver in it. 
It is mesmerizing. I look forward to this phenomena every morning now and I feel at once amazed and ridiculous. It's just water with sun shining through it. But oh, it is beautiful. 
I sound a little like I'm not...quite...right, don't I? 

Gather ye diamonds while ye may. Or however that goes, only with rosebuds. 
Once again, I wonder how many incredible things I miss completely as I go about my life? So many, I am sure. 

I went to town this noon to meet up with the available family for Rachel's birthday lunch, as I had said we would. Jessie worked an all-nighter last night so she was sleeping and May was working but Lily and Lauren and the kids came and two friends of Hank's and Rachel's. We had an excellent time and the food, as always, was wonderful. We laughed a lot. We hugged a lot. 

Glen did not come because he was on fire to go look at a house on a lake north of here up in Georgia. 
I think that if things work out, we may end up buying this house. For one thing, the price is way under what we've been looking at. It's a log cabin construction and the main bedroom is on the ground floor with two smaller bedrooms upstairs in a loft area. The ceilings are very high. There's a fireplace. A big, big screened in porch.

A dock. 
There's not much I can say about it that isn't fairly positive. Of course I haven't seen it yet, just pictures. The kitchen is...almost adequate. Very dated as to appliances. There is carpet on the floor. Ick. The master bathroom's shower feeds into a tub with jets and that will have to be taken out and replaced. But these things can be changed. 

It is, in reality, a sort-of dream house for Mr. Moon. Owen was looking at the pictures I was showing at lunch, saw this one and said, "That's all he's ever wanted."

True. 

And for some reason, my soul fights it mightily. I have no idea why. It is as mysterious as my terror of doctors is to me. I can list logical reasons I really do not care for another house (we would not move there full time) such as not having any desire to furnish a different house, much less stock one with all the things a house needs from towels to frying pans to cleaning materials to bandaids. 
But.

I love this man. And he has worked so hard all his life dreaming of a place on the water where he can fish. 

And people, we are not getting any younger. 
Projects sustain and satisfy my husband. He has to constantly feel as if he is being productive in order to feel good about himself. I can relate to this but our ideas of "productive" differ immensely. Still, I understand that he needs a project like this. I understand that it would make him so happy. 

And hell, there's nothing about the house to hate. Then there's the fact that it is not priced outrageously. And there is so much beautiful wood in it. The screened-in porch is enough to almost convince me. 

I am just so scared. Scared of change. Any kind of change. It has come to that in my life. Even changing the times of my routines unsettles me greatly. Just my simple, meaningless routines. 

Well. That's what has happened today.

Clean sheets are on the bed. Mr. Moon just came in from planting tomatoes. Martinis coming soon. 

And my kidney stone seems to have woken up and is rattling around, looking for its slippers. 

Probably no worries. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon