Absolutely No Valuable Information Whatsoever
Nell, my wonderful blog editor and advisor, thinks that my blog should be more informative. She might be right. My blog history goes back only to the day Cindy Allen asked me to write one on the building of my house. "Sure, love to," I said, wondering to myself just exactly what a blog was. I had heard the term, but never thought to inquire as to what exactly it was. Little did I know how much I would love doing it! It’s not exactly writing, but more like chatting without having to have someone listen—a socially acceptable form of talking to oneself. But, building a house is slow-going, so as soon as I get some more information, Nell, I will inform. Meanwhile…
Due to the overwhelming response to the reporting on my imaginary housewarming party (comments 0), here’s more. We left off observing the crowd of design luminaries at the gala event. I had forgotten that Jamie Drake was invited, but judging by the colored jellybeans on the floor, he must have been there. Chicken feathers in the air? Either Miss Biggs got to one of my down pillows or Benjamin Noriega was in attendance. In the far distance, I thought the sun was starting to set, but it was actually Christopher Coleman standing tall above the crowd, sporting that shock of golden red hair. He, of course, was with his personal couturier Angel Sanchez. Holding court was the fabulous Cindy Allen, with her larger-than-life personality; she is her own party. This is just the first sampling of the parties to be held at Brokeback Manor (latest name for my house). More to come (or not).
I was up twice in the last couple of weeks to visit my house. The first time, it was foggy and pouring rain. Without the view, the site is nothing to speak of. Nor does the house, in this stage of construction, merit much comment. I could see that my friends who were visiting for the first time were thinking to themselves, "So what’s all the fuss about?" This weekend, on a near perfect pre-fall day, it was glorious. As Joan and I were driving there, far in the distance, high above everything, we were pretty sure we could see the house looming, like a distant temple (albeit a highly mortgaged one). If indeed it was my house, then it looked impressive (and daunting) from that perspective, especially for a small one-story home. Excitement growing!
Don’t know why my contractor Mitch keeps insisting I will be in by December. It just will not happen. I have patience (like I have an option) and expect to be in by April. But I’ll definitely be "summering upstate" next year. This will give me months to prepare for the 2009 fall season in Columbia County—hunts, harvests, and whatever else it brings.