I bet you thought I was snatched by aliens or have at least been without power for weeks now. No, we (I hope I don’t jinx it!) sold our home in Michigan so I had to jet home and clean out the house and barn. (Unfortunately we sold at a huge loss but that’s okay because we’ll pass on the favor to the next house we buy when it’s sold at a huge loss to us.) In one hour I’ll go to the real estate office to close the sale (armed with Thom’s power of attorney documents).
As fate would have it, we had been planning for some time to visit Paris the first week in March for a conference Thom had to attend. So, I was able to tag a quick trip to the states on to that trip. We had a wonderful(!!) time in Paris. I had never spent any time there other than in the formerly incredibly smoky airport (smoking is now banned). We started the day with fresh croissants, french bread, cheese and coffee. (The croissants tasted like a stick of pure butter to me so I stuck with the bread.)
Then, we burned off breakfast by walking from edge to edge of the whole city, occasionally stopping for refreshments at the cafes dotting every corner.
We visited all of the designer stores and one evening I got stuck in Cartier’s security lock foyer. (Cartier’s is apparently so exclusive that you have to enter a security lock foyer, the door is locked behind you, and if you pass muster they let you enter the real store. Hard to believe they let me in, huh?) As I was leaving the security system failed and I had to wait five minutes in the foyer for the system to reboot (that’s me on the right). I took the opportunity to make my Christmas wish list.
At the end of the day we burned off more calories climbing the four flights of stairs to our hotel room (no elevators).
Anyways, I soon arrived in the states and started to clean out our attic and barn. You know how you stuff things you don’t need in your closet or attic? Well, it’s ten times worse when you have a barn because you deposit things you normally would have thrown away in there, thinking, someday (if there’s an apocalypse) that will be useful. Fortunately, I have guardian angels for neighbors and got lots of help disposing of good used furniture and just plain trash.
It was a little sad to pack up our home of the last 12 years. We loved this property and sold only because we don’t want to retire in the Lansing area. I came across some remnants of our wonderful life there. I found this graffiti from one of Alex’s friends in his old closet (“Jacklyn loves Terrance” and vice versa).
I spent many hours making this room more urban for Ryan (i.e., the bricks; at that age he didn’t like ‘country living’).
Once when Alex was out of town his girlfriend and two other teenage girls spent the weekend sleeping over and redecorating his room. (You can’t imagine how many coats of blue paint it takes to make a wall really blue.) We signed our handiwork inside his air vent.
(No doubt these two rooms will be the first to be redecorated for the two girls who will soon inhabit them.)
I’ll miss the wallpaper in the upstairs bathroom, for which I made this stained glass panel to match.
I’ll really miss our gorgeous remodeled kitchen with double ovens and 6-burner gas cook top and the adorable wood stove my dad got us for Christmas one year.
Finally and most importantly, I’ll miss all of the great people who live on Sylvan Glen who enriched my life daily! Thank you all.