Today, I spent my time on the road again (sorry, Willie) but I was not making music with my friends.
I was out and about for some twelve hours doing research on our potential (and much-hoped-for) move later this year.
Thus, I toured five houses with the realtor today. Nice guy, and what do you know? He is the great-great- (and not sure how many more "greats") grandson of the writer George MacDonald. Yes, the very same writer whom C.S. Lewis considered to be his role model. Tolkien also attributed a great deal of his style to MacDonald.
A large, beautiful map on the real estate office wall led to a discussion of his ancestry, which is how I came to learn of his connection to MacDonald, which led to our subsequent discussion of Lewis and Tolkien. Suddenly, I felt much more at home with this complete stranger who was taking me on a tour of what could turn out to be my new home.
Life is just full of these amazing, unanticipated, connections - what some have called "divine appointments".
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A purple bathroom here, a jade green kitchen there - you ask yourself, "what were they thinking?". That is just a hair before you remember the gosh awful scary-yellow you painted a bathroom once, and then had to live with for years!
Good taste is such a subjective thing. It is all relative. And much that strikes me as ridiculous may have, in fact, been the fulfilment of another's dream of a certain color, with the sun hitting it in just a certain way, at a particular time of day.
Speaking of the light hitting things in a certain way, don't get me started on skylights, which have gunk dropped upon them from over-hanging trees. Why do people build skylights underneath foliage? I mean, I like a good ray of sunshine as well as the next person, but why invite ongoing irritation with specks ... no make that globs ... of goo that you must look at for months before someone has to brave the ladder, climb onto the roof and clean the thing? I'm just saying...
Will any of these domiciles become our new nest? That I cannot say. The main thing that keeps me on an even keel during this disruptive time of transition is that I know of a home that will be perfect. In fact, it is already. I have a "deed", I have an "earnest deposit" of things to come, and I have the blessed assurance that it is mine, for all time and eternity.
Now there is a promise to count on. Hope you are relying upon those very same promises. Meanwhile, as we scope out the new digs, I will keep you posted (no pun intended.)