Moving Day
Saturday proved to be a bigger day than I expected. After a couple of down days from my last round of chemo, I was looking forward to the weekly Farmer’s Market. This time we planned to pick up fresh produce to stock the empty refrigerator at the Loft, our soon-to-be new home. Bob, who loves to cook, could hardly wait to get into the beautiful modern kitchen. Living in an off the grid log cabin has its charms, but cooking on a woodstove is not one of them.
Last week local tomatoes had just begun showing up at the market. Today the heirloom tomatoes arrived in all their varied colors, shapes and sizes… and packed with flavor you will not find in the supermarket. We bought a small container of them to add to the mixed salad greens we also purchased. Fresh broccoli, small red potatoes, a Walla Walla sweet onion, a flat of mixed berries (raspberries, blueberries, and boysenberries), a tub of sweet butter, and jar of honey… all went into our cloth shopping bag. We had planned to get some fresh baked goods too, but my energy level suddenly dropped to zero and we drove the two blocks to the Loft instead.
We have furniture now. Bob put together the new bed on Thursday using his Leatherman (all of his tools are still in Canada). We put the fresh produce in the refrigerator; I watered the Peace Lily and the herb pots on the kitchen windowsill. Then I sat on the sofa, watching sailboats skim across Bellingham Bay. It definitely felt like we were at home except for one thing. “Let’s go get the cats.” Once the cats were here it was all over; the move we planned to make on Sunday came a day early. Of course we didn’t have much to move.
Bob got busy searing a couple of tuna steaks while I put together a fresh salad. The cats explored… well Misty explored. Meadow hunkered down at the back of a closet until much later in the evening. We watched the sun go down, boats steaming in to port, and the city lights come on. Somewhere a clock tower chimed the hour. And unlike our first night at the B.C. cabin where we heard a great horned owl hooting from a nearby tree, and deer mice scurried unembarrassedly across the floor, here we listened to train whistles.
... PLM
Last week local tomatoes had just begun showing up at the market. Today the heirloom tomatoes arrived in all their varied colors, shapes and sizes… and packed with flavor you will not find in the supermarket. We bought a small container of them to add to the mixed salad greens we also purchased. Fresh broccoli, small red potatoes, a Walla Walla sweet onion, a flat of mixed berries (raspberries, blueberries, and boysenberries), a tub of sweet butter, and jar of honey… all went into our cloth shopping bag. We had planned to get some fresh baked goods too, but my energy level suddenly dropped to zero and we drove the two blocks to the Loft instead.
We have furniture now. Bob put together the new bed on Thursday using his Leatherman (all of his tools are still in Canada). We put the fresh produce in the refrigerator; I watered the Peace Lily and the herb pots on the kitchen windowsill. Then I sat on the sofa, watching sailboats skim across Bellingham Bay. It definitely felt like we were at home except for one thing. “Let’s go get the cats.” Once the cats were here it was all over; the move we planned to make on Sunday came a day early. Of course we didn’t have much to move.
Bob got busy searing a couple of tuna steaks while I put together a fresh salad. The cats explored… well Misty explored. Meadow hunkered down at the back of a closet until much later in the evening. We watched the sun go down, boats steaming in to port, and the city lights come on. Somewhere a clock tower chimed the hour. And unlike our first night at the B.C. cabin where we heard a great horned owl hooting from a nearby tree, and deer mice scurried unembarrassedly across the floor, here we listened to train whistles.
... PLM
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