My imaginary life has the ocean behind the house, only one neighbor who is a recluse and never goes outside except to bring us over the absolute best tamales I've ever tasted, ... AND a pitcher of margaritas. Is this heaven or what?
On the days she spends at her son's place in the valley, we have full use of her spa that looks out over the ocean (sadly we haven't told her about that). We really love this old lady and look after her, making sure all is well. When we don't see a drape or curtain open for several days we use the key she has given us to go in and check on her.
So far as we can tell she is in her 80's and her husband died 20 years ago. She fills up her time making quilts and once in awhile we will take her into the city to buy more material. She has made us several beautiful pieces that hang on our walls in our cottage.
A couple times a week we take our sailboat out especially on breezy days. We both like a bit of excitement and truly are weather geeks, always checking in several times a day for current weather conditions.
The front of the house is so plain but oh...., the back of the house is my sweet spot - a deck to sit out and watch the changing colors of the sunset in the evening and a comfortable lounge that I choose, sometimes on warm nights, to sleep on outside. i bring Berkeley my parrot out some nights but he has learned to make gull sounds and this disturbs my peace. On his chatty nights he goes back to his room which upsets him.
M and I have the life we have always dreamed we would have living near the water. I'll enjoy this until the next fantasy invites me to experience it for a little while.
Phyllis is due over any minute. She called to say the Tamales are ready and so are the margaritas.
