Mom and Dad have moved into a wonderful community and via some complex arrangement against our future inheritance of their house on the water, my husband and I are now renting from my mother for a very nominal fee; continuing to pay her the mortgage on our old house (Mom and Dad were my financiers 25 years ago); and plan to renovate the old house so we can allow one or more of my now adult children to live there, and rent out the extra bedrooms.
In the meantime, we have moved into the Mom and Dad’s house. Thankfully, the distance between the homes is short and there is no great rush to complete the move. I’ve discovered how much extra junk one can accumulate in 25 years and having the leisure to go through each room slowly and make decisions about what to bring and what to leave has been wonderful.
I still need to bring the sheep over and that will take some time because we have to figure out how to rig the fencing. Most likely we will end up just purchasing new electric fencing rather than try to save the older stuff currently enclosing them.
One of the first things I did move was my easel and my pastels. My mother has a fantastic studio on the second floor of this house. My brother is an architect and designed this house for them to their specifications. Mom, being a superb colored pencil artist (formally water-colorist) had a wonderful studio designed around her needs.
I need to make a few adjustments to it, but over all, it will suit me and my pursuits very well. I have moved my small loom into that space and most of my weaving yarn. There is a boatload of knitting yarn I’m not sure what to do with as I’ve not knitted in several years. Perhaps I can find ways to incorporate it into some weaving. Certainly, the new house deserves some new towels, rugs or table runners. In any case, there is much to do.
I did start a new painting. I’m not sure I’m happy with it. Trying out some paper my mother left behind.
Pictures in future posts.