Playing House at The Beach
It’s been a week since my last post and that week just flew by. We’ve been busy getting the house at the beach open and ready for this inaugural weekend.
Normally we would have most of the cleaning and ‘heavy lifting’ done by the end of April but we couldn’t leave dad alone so it was postponed until he was settled in his new place.
It never ceases to amaze me how dirty an empty closed up house can get over the winter. We have a lot of open shelving which means everything has to come down and get washed. That makes sense but I don’t understand how everything inside the cabinets also gets dusty.
Needless to say we haven’t gotten to every little nook and cranny yet, but I don’t mind. Cleaning the beach house is like playing house to me. I love to rearrange things and move pictures around as I clean.
The kitchen here is about as far from my dream kitchen as it could possibly be and yet I love cooking here. When my son was putting a new kitchen in his home he told me he should bring the contractor here to show him what he absolutely didn’t want. I laughed, because it’s true but I don’t care.
We have slowly made improvements here over the past 13 years but I doubt we’ll ever run out of projects that need to be done. It’s ok with us that we have to remember to tell guests they can’t use their blow dryer if the microwave is running because all the power will go out.
The things that make me crazy at home just roll off my back here. I’ll tell you why…
This house is a true blessing in my life. From the first time I visited Ocean City, NJ I wanted a house here. We both did but Dave never thought it would be possible. I knew someday it would happen. Don’t ask me how I knew, I just knew.
We didn’t even own a primary residence back then. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t living in a fantasy world I was just certain and patient. Me patient?! Yes, it’s hard even for me to believe that. But I was. For 26 years. There’s probably a lesson in that realization. I’ll think about that later.
Now I am just sitting here in my sweet little beach cottage with the rickety windows and bad linoleum kitchen floor loving every moment.
I’ve not painted in almost a year. This house brings out all my creative juices. I will dabble with color on assorted surfaces. I will photograph scenes that inspire me. I will find my muse once again thanks to this little beach house.
As I said the first time I wrote about the beach house… Never give up your dreams!
What dreams have you realized? Where are you most creative? I’d love to hear about it.