And we’re renting it out when we’re not there. We’ll be there soon for a couple of months, then back here again, then there, etc. It was always a dream that took most of a lifetime to come true, but YAY!!
It’s on Hatteras Island, NC, one back semi-oceanfront with the sounds and sights of the sea. It’s a relaxed uncrowded atmosphere on Hatteras, and the house is reasonably priced for rentals. Enjoy our house as much as we do, for far fewer dollars!
Book your stay here: https://bookshoredetails.escapia.com/Unit/Details/166423
What a view from one of the couches!
*Name is because Julian of Norwich and a quote that never fails: “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
Aging is so interesting. I started (re)watching House, M.D. today. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the Sherlock of medicine. Pilot episode, and my takeaways from it are wholly different than 15 years ago when I first watched it. Aging changes perspective. And thank gods, right? How utterly dull life would be if it didn’t.
Watching House reminded me of my mum because she loved the show. She died early into season 3 in 2006. I continued to watch thru all 8 seasons, even as it did what long running TV series tend to do, lose its edge. I did it because it made me feel connected to my mum. For years I held a tenuous connection thru a tv show and when it ended there was a finality to my mother’s death that hadn’t been before. Aging is so interesting, yes?
I am 58 years old. I’m far closer to my death than I am to my birth. Like every human each day brings me closer and farther away to those two things. The 2 universals of being human. Forget taxes, they’re hit and miss, but birth and death? Those two are guaranteed.
Aging piles on experiences, adding layers of uniqueness to my perceived self. Closer to death strips that uniqueness away, peeling back my self to the reality that I in fact am not unique. Neither are you. We’re born, we die. All of us. No uniqueness there. Yes, it’s humbling. At times the inevitability of it is somber. More than either of these it allows a freedom that closer to birth doesn’t. Not striving to be ever more unique each year is a relief, a blessing. Aging releases me, us, into just being human in whatever way we define that. The freedom to die like everyone else is oddly comforting. Aging is so very interesting.
It seems every day brings forth a new opportunity for someone on social media to give an uniformed, unwanted opinion about 1) the poors or 2) the mentally ill, or 3) both. And since social media is full of opportunists, I found someone who managed to mangle how finances, mental illness, therapy and mimosas work,…
via Mimosas and Mental Illness — WINE CELLAR
We popped into the local Krampusnacht festivities tonight. Tonight it’s cold as a witches…..
Recently I’ve been purging the heaps of things I’ve acquired over the decades as an uncommon lack of sentimental attachment has engulfed me. It’s a bit unnerving to watch myself unceremoniously pitch items I felt I had to keep just 6 months ago.
Con’t at: http://paganbloggers.com/musingsfromthebone/2018/11/03/long-time-no-blog-a-personal-observation/
June 28, 2018
Years back there was a rumbling on the Internet in regards to states passing draconian abortion laws. People were organizing, in the background and out of the public eye, a network to help women travel to a different state to get an abortion when their state closed so many clinics few could use them, or a new state law prohibited that needed medical care.
Con’t. at link
Reblog: OMGs yínz, this is amazing!