As if I ever gave up cardigans. I wear them year round. My arms are always freakishly cold. I’m an odd duck. But going outside this morning to a beautiful cloudy 65 degree morning was like breathing in hope! And if we ever needed hope I’d say it’s now.
My social media is filled with peeps who, like me, live for fall. And I couldn’t be more thrilled to share it with all of you! The yard looks lush and green and full and I just wanna wallow out there with a cup ‘o joe. And have soup on the deck for dinner with little lights twinkling above.
In all honesty I would probably be heading down to the beach right about now. But as you all know, Florence wrecked havoc in our beautiful state. And Flo stayed way too long at the party and a lot of people are paying for it. Their homes are destroyed. Some still sitting in water. Roads washed out and collapsed.
My friend Beth called me and we both cried because her furniture had to be thrown out. Please keep her in your prayers. She’s a full time resident and the clean up continues at her home. I tried not to cry about our beach place, because compared to others it looked good. I saw two pics of it after the storm, both blurry and from a distance. But it’s damaged. And last night the guys tarping the roof called and just very bluntly said “you do know you’re gonna need a new roof, right?” I’m like sure I knew that. I didn’t know that. I know nothing.
Anyway, our claim has been filed and now we just have to wait. Waiting. Not one of my strong suits. We miss our house. And as much as we would love to rush down there and pretty it all up, we can’t. The roof still isn’t completely covered due to the height and how much of the shingles are gone. It’s slick and it’s windy up there so they will have to try and finish in the morning. Breathe woman, breathe.
And now for the really good news. BRENDA IS MOVING! She’s been on a waiting list for two years and she finally got a little apartment that’s just perfect for her. She’s not thrilled. I repeat. She. Is. Not. Thrilled. Well she is a little. She just doesn’t want to admit it.
When she finally put herself on the waiting list I promised her I would decorate her new place for her. She wasted NO time reminding me of that. We picked her up to go take a look at the space and she hopped in the car and handed me a composition book (she loves those, buys them in bulk at the Dollar General) and a measuring tape. She had already told me the place was the size of a cardboard box. Dramatic much Bren?
The apartment is adorable. And it will be even better when sister and I finish decorating it. We sat outside the office while our mother signed her lease and I heard a few key words, (my name for one) so I jumped up and decided to take a listen. She said, and I quote, “yeah the youngest one, well she got lucky in the marriage department, don’t ask me how. But now the oldest, well she’s screwed up twice.”
Needless to say we laughed until our stomachs hurt. Mine still hurts. We told her what we heard and she certainly didn’t deny it nor did she apologize for it. Which somehow made us just laugh more. I’m sure within 6 months everyone in that building will know all our personal business.
I cannot WAIT to see how many old ladies pounce on sister offering up their available sons. This is gonna be good people.
A few pics from the beach.
Sweet Tea By The Sea and part of the roof damage.
Our neighbors at the Trailer Bar (they’re kinda famous, trust me). Not a scratch on them. This is what happens when a building is held together by beer caps! Take a lesson people.
The view from our porch before the storm and then after.