Well, we are in the thick of this building nonsense now and if ever there is a time for second guessing, it’s probably at this point. As my friend (and not just because her name is also Vicki) and I have been driving back and forth up the beautiful winding road that leads to my mountain home I find myself thinking, ” WHAT was I thinking???” It’s just as well that Rich is back in Florida hard at work because now is the time when the budget has gone to hell, the ground is littered with nails, cigarette butts, torn roof shingles and I loathe (LOATHE) Sears, Lowes and Home Depot.
Cash for Clunkers, the appliance version, starts the morning of April 22 and for one brief second in time the State of North Carolina will give me a 15% rebate on the refrigerator of my dreams in exchange for the rusty old one. Lowe’s will throw in an extra 10% and when you’re eyeballing an engineering marvel of a french door, cabinet depth model that 25% amounts to something. But already there are too many folks lined up and the allocated funds won’t stretch that far.My friends come and sit in this swing and take in the view. They are patient and helpful and glad this isn’t THEIR project. Today, Vicki and I hung my first bird feeder here in this home. I need many more. Maybe a hummingbird feeder tomorrow.
The plantlets survived the drive north better than we did. It should have occurred to one or the other of us that Saturday was the day when 90% of the country would empty out of Florida after Spring Break. I-95 was a literal parking lot from the moment we got on it near Jacksonville. In Georgia we saved time by taking a scenic tour along the coast with a view of Jekyll and St. Simon’s islands. The South Carolina Welcome Center had set up a satellite women’s restroom with cars lined up on the freeway waiting to use it.
I am here, in the midst of mayhem, waiting to set out my feeble little homegrown garden plants- as though they don’t sell already vigorous ones here and I’m thinking, “what was I thinking when I invested all those hours in planting seeds in Florida and then I laboriously packed them tight into the car and now I arrive here and it’s still two or three weeks to early to safely plant them?” The garden is not yet rototilled; hell, there’s still a massive tree hanging over it that was uprooted during the last ice storm and who has a chain saw, anyway? It’s off to Lowe’s again and can you say, “Money pit”? And by the way, there’s no water to the garden. Fortunately, the little creek on the property is flowing and I have a bucket; unfortunately, at 59, I am surprised to discover that carrying 5 gallon pails of water uphill is not the easy task it was 10 years ago when I undertook my last major landscape overhaul.