We’re here at our cottage at Quail Ridge, in the Sierras. There is pounding outside the window that is musical to me because it’s the sound of siding being installed over the dreadful blue painted wood that we’ve looked at for almost 4 years now. The new color is called Tuscan Clay. The white trim will remain.
On the 4 hr + boring ride over here from the coast I was still thinking about Dana’s stay with us. The essence of our time in Morro Bay remains. It was sweet and funny, relaxing (did I mention spa massages at the hotel?) and stimulating, very comfortable and lovely.
Last year at this time I was visiting her in New York. A week at her hotel in Manhattan, a week on Long Island. I lived in the City with her father in the early 60’s, we moved to L.I. when I got pregnant with Dana. In our wanderings around the city I showed Dana the apartment house in the village where we had lived. She stated, “Well, I didn’t live here.” I replied, “But this is where you were conceived!” I think it was TMI…
This, also, was a magical time. The Universe kept saying YES to us: the Guggenheim had a show of American Abstract Impressionists – my favorite kind of art; Grand Central Station just happened to have a wonderful sculpture show in the lobby; we also had a grand display of thunder and lightening one evening; when we decided to drive past Jackson Pollock’s house in the Springs while staying at Montauk Point IT WAS OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. The docent explained that it was a special occasion and is usually open by appointment only. A real WOW to walk on Pollock’s studio floor. We wore special booties of course. His floor is like one big painting.
Again, Magical Moments with my “baby.”
Oh, my, the siding looks green. I bite my tongue.
Lately we’ve been talking about selling Quail or refinancing it and buying a house in the San Luis Obispo area. Dana's and my time in Morro Bay also stimulated such thoughts. Patrick and I really like that area but we know we can’t afford something right on the coast. Also, the drive over here is wearing. But being here renews our love for the place.
I won’t mention the 2 lizards Patrick has had to remove from the premises since we arrived yesterday. I hate the damned things and don’t tell me they eat mosquitos. I DON’T CARE! Of course my imagination is humming, so now I just know a mother came in to have her babies and they’re ALL OVER THE PLACE. Agrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
We go home tomorrow and I’ll post this to my blog from my laptop (she said bravely). Ta Ta.
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