Oh, the masks we wear!

Monday, February 21, 2011

House Hunting in VA

And I'm left a little hopeless and overwhelmed, unsure and rather discombobulated. There were some ugly houses and then there was one that we liked. It felt like home when we first walked up to it: 105 Shoal Qual. Beautiful. All brick, four bedrooms, 2.5 baths, a great southern staircase, an inground pool and an 8-person hot tub in the fenced yard beyond the screened porch. Beautiful. But...I still don't feel just right about it. I'm not sold on the price, the school district, the idea of moving at all actually. I'm wondering if it's all a mistake or if I'm just getting cold feet. I wish someone else were responsible for having the answers!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

My mother and I...

Silly Prized Possession....To you, maybe!

Too many years ago, my husband and I went to Belize (San Pedro, actually - a little island off the mainland). While we were there, we went a toured an old Mayan ruin. I had gone prepared for this: prepared with a roll of paper and a black crayon. I wanted to make a crayon rubbing of a statue or a carving from the temple - it was the best keepsake I could imagine; a way to bring back part of the experience without really disturbing the land. I was told by the guide that what I wanted to do was not allowed (and this is why I firmly believe that 'tis better to beg forgiveness than ask permission). I did it anyway. And, I'm so glad that I did. Now, rolled up under my bed (we'd always meant to frame it when "we had enough money" - how does that day never come?) is the 6x40 crayon rubbing of a temple carving from a temple that exists no longer. I ran the steep and crooked steps to the top of that temple. I walked right through the spot where once was held human sacrifice. I stood at the top and looked onto the vast forest seemingly miles below. How thankful I am that I'd rebelled against the silly tour guide, and how glad I am that I have that paper still. Maybe someday I'll have it framed after all.