We are in the thick of moving – darling Mary is a pack rat of the first order so getting her out of this apartment and into her own home has been done like an archeological excavation: in stages. Now, at last, Sunday afternoon, it is done – well, apart from the piles on the deck: plants, rubbish, and stuff for Goodwill. I don’t mind, my house is now mine, all mine! I dance around the empty space, I vacuum with gay abandon, I dust and pack and sort in a whirlwind, I am heartless in my happiness, surrounded by family and friends who have come to celebrate.
Now for a lavender bath while I plot. Painters, movers and demolishers are coming tomorrow (for different sections!), so I need to calculate my critical path. Nothing better.
L’Arpeggiatta, red wine and truffle mousse ~ I am well aware that the photo is of white wine and shrimp but believe me, you wouldn’t want to see what it’s like here in reality. Trust me.