Over the weekend we had a lovely fiesta at the house. There were twelve of us and we spilled out of the Hilton Garden Room onto festive tables and feasted on grilled shrimp, fresh salads, roasted vegetables and fruit.
What a wonderful time. But today I am in a mood. It is not a bad one, but it is not a good one. It is a quiet one, one that says, okay, whatever, I give in, if we have to...............
As I write Senor is removing the fans and the lights from the garden room. The furniture has been moved. The plants are not there.
The roof is coming down today. I think I am sad.
We are going to be in here now for who knows how long. It is not a depressing room. It will one day be our bedroom. It will be painted then, new floor, lovely Mexican light fixtures, the beautiful kiva Senor built, lovely room. But it is not the garden room, where we have sat for two years, enjoying lunch or dinner, reading books, listening to music, talking about our casa, marveling at our view, taking in the smell of the flowers we have planted.
So, it is darker, mustier, dustier, and there is less breeze. As Senor is quick to point out, it does have a roof.
Sunday we went to the beach. It was very relaxing, very breezy, beautiful sunny day.
I am listening to the roof crashing down onto the garden room floor. I think I just want to go back to the beach.............................