I used to claim that I must have some gypsy blood in me–my yearning to travel endlessly was so strong. Well, I can now report that the gloss is gone from the gypsy lifestyle. I’m over it. Well and truly over it. This time last year I was in hospital, and whining to you that I was sick of it and wanted to be out. Earlier today I was reflecting on that time and suddenly realised that those five weeks were the longest stretch I’ve been one place during the past year. Okay, I exaggerate. But only an eensy weensy teeny tiny bit. I lived at my son, Adam’s, house for several months, and in my own house before the renovations began, but during those times I made frequent trips to Hobart. And my mind wandered endlessly.
I’m not usually one to look back much, so I’ll turn to the future — and a word about the renovation. Slow. Even though there still are no walls inside or out, it is beginning to look like a house. It will even have a roof soon. Imagine my excitement! I have a feeling that it also is a source of distraction and discussion amongst the good folks of Wilmot. Especially the bobcat parked in the kitchen. I’m sure it’s a source of curiosity and speculation. Dare I say rumour…? I suspect I am, too.
I’m sure I’ve told you, once I’m settled in the ‘new house’ I plan to open a gallery, and with it a little coffee shop. Needless to say (but of course I will), I can think of little else these days… and nights–it’s now 4:15 a.m.
In previous posts I’ve alluded to my fondness for (oh, alright, addiction to) online auctions. Well, I have unsubscribed to all of their websites. Hence, I no longer receive 20-30 emails a day announcing “Upcoming Auctions — BID NOW!” I’ve quit, cold turkey. And this time I really mean it, so if you’re thinking of investing in some shipping company shares, now might not be the best time.
I shall miss my auctions, but I have bought some lovely things… My latest acquisition was a Ming bowl. Yes! And it has roosters! What more can I say? MM