Moving Day

It was an exciting weekend, watching K move all her hobby supplies in to her new studio, seeing the huge smiles as she loaded the shelves for the first time. Most of these things have been in storage since last March when we packed up the old condo. This was her first chance to explore her treasures since then. She lovingly loaded the shelves, her graceful hands pausing to caress a colorful fabric, trace the lines of an object, or to gently re-adjust the position of a tool or instruction book.

Her grandparent’s old house was demolished a few years ago and she managed to secure the mantle-piece from it. That is now on the wall of her studio. I hope to get an electric fireplace to put in it. We also took a leather chair from the house to put beside the mantle, a place I plan to curl up in with my laptop while she creates many beautiful things.

On Sunday we took the dogs for a long walk. The sky was clear, but the wind off the water was bitter cold. That didn’t seem to matter to the boys, they were having too much fun racing about and snuffling everything in sight, so we had to tough it out for a while. That coffee was truly welcome when we finally got back into the warmth of the cottage.

In the afternoon we moved on to another of our traditions, the decorating. This is a delightful process and we like to drag it out a bit. K puts up the tree and decorates it as well as the house. I hold things, pass stuff to her, fetch things, observe and advise, make tea and serve it; just generally being the go-fer. We chat, discuss, look, confer, change things around, observe again, etc. This is my favorite part of the season.

Here’s another member of the supervisory staff checking things out.