Thursday 13

 I’m into visual these days so here are 13 pictures from my current abode.  It’s on the market and available for anyone who’s looking for a cute beach place.  Big open house this Sunday.

1.   Welcome Home!  My front door.

2.    The sun porch.

3.    Max’s Room

4.     Coat Hooks  Nothing very special but cute.

5.     More decor.

6.    Girl’s Bedroom

7.     Lots of windows, little floor space.

8.    Bathroom with shower

9.   Bathroom with Tub.

10.    More Tub Bathroom

11.    Some of the Living Room.

12.  More of the living room.

13. And the kitchen.

Sorry about #11.  It’s from my realtors website where they use small pictures.  Take note that I am publishing this on Tuesday, 5 days late.  I’ll get better at this, I promise.  )

Helpless!

I just got two e-mails (thank you Heather & Lene) that a dear friend is in labor and about to deliver her third child on my recently departed Caribbean island.  I sit here back in the USA feeling helpless.  I can’t grab her two older wee ones or make her a meal or straighten her house while she’s in the hospital or anything.  AHH!  I was asked if I miss that dear little island and the answer is YES!  Who would have thunk it!?!  The location is not what I miss but my dear friends, the backbone of the community, the safety & security, the closeness, the welcome arms and hearts of so many.  Don’t get me wrong.  There are MANY perks of living CONUS; shopping, mobility, choices, freedom.  But back on that little island you had community, a 1950’s Mayberry in modern times.  I’ve been back in the land of plenty for 5 weeks now.  I can’t tell you the names of my neighbors or the other kids in my girls class or their parents names.  I wouldn’t recognize any of them if we passed in the grocery store or on the boardwalk.  No…I don’t want to go back to the island but I will always treasure what it was when I was there.  I will always have fond memories of the people that made our adventure such a happy time.  I plan to take them all with me to my adventures to come.  And I am so excited a new arrival is on it’s way.  Last year, this exact day, I was in labor in the exact hospital, most likely in the exact room, with Mr. Max.  I had to wait another full day to meet him though.  Hopefully Stephanie goes more quickly.  Push!  Push!  Push! but with baby #3 it’s more like Sneeze!