What's Wrong With This Picture?

There is so much that I can write lately, but I don't. I feel somewhat overwhelmed. We have been living in this trailer since December. It's a very nice travel trailer. But that's what it is and it might be all of about 400 sq feet. We have a gorgeous home over on the other coast all staged and sitting empty just waiting for a buyer. We just about have a home here and seem to be in a holding pattern waiting for final closing document preparations. So we have a total of about seven thousand square feet of houses, but we're in 400 square feet of trailer. What's wrong with this picture?

Here's another wrong thing. Last week we went out and bought a new refrigerator. It's a 29 cubic foot Samsung stainless steel French door model.

We also got these

They are Samsung also and each have the steam cycle. They are very snazzy and the color is called Tango Red. Isn't Tango Red just the most fantastic name for a washer and dryer color?  Now, we own these already having plunked down almost 5K for the refrigerator, the washer and dryer and the pedestals. They're just sitting in a warehouse waiting for us the get they keys to the new house. I love love love these appliances. If I were into having sex with inanimate objects, there would be an orgy going on. But no...this morning we schlepped over to the laundromat and put our undies in washers and dryers that who knows what kind of other undies and unmentionables have had dumped into them. It cost us about eight dollars. But hey, that's a mere bagatelle compared to what we shelled out for the Tango Red pair. What's wrong with THIS picture?

To quote the dearly departed infommercial icon Billy Mays, "But wait, there's more!" My daughter and her sons ages 9 and almost 8 will soon be homeless and are coming to live with us in the house we do not have yet. I cannot even begin to discuss this one yet because it is so stressful and if I think much about it, I'm afraid I'll get the screaming meemies and never be able to stop.

Ohhhh and I almost forgot. We received the unpleasant news that we must pay the sellers $2000K in homeowners association arrearage for unpaid dues. The house is four years old and he hasn't paid dues for the last three years. We get to pay the dues plus the attorney fees or the house will not have a free and clear title. I really am beginning to hate this 38 year old idiot who paid 644K for a house and defaulted on 600K of it. What the hell was he thinking? And why the hell didn't he ever clean the oven in 4 years? The damn thing is self-cleaning.

So, how's your life these days?

Sunday Morning Market

Sand, Surf, Scrumptiousness

We have been so very busy. We were home on the east coast for ten days. Internet was difficult. Then, on our way back to this cost, our realtor here called the mobile to say that everything for the short sale purchase here had gone through and that the bank wanted closing by May 5th!. That was obviously a mistake, no one can close in five days! So, we're working on that now. Then, it was off to the bank to do financial magic on Thursday. Yesterday was a blur. Today? Wonderful. I had read in the paper that a sand sculpture contest was taking place at Siesta Key. We need some beach time so over we went .

It was a wonderful morning for beach walking. We stumbled upon a beach wedding. How lovely. It was quite breezy, but the sun shone brightly and the sky was Florida blue.

After our beach walk and sand sculpture perusing, we had the most decadent breakfasts ever. Husband had steak and eggs accompanied by scalloped potatoes with cheese. I had a breakfast bowl that made Paula Deen's caloric nightmare recipes look puny. The bottom layer was sausage gravy, next a layer of the scalloped potatoes followed by a layer of ham, then 2 eggs over easy topped with chunks of biscuit and cubes of cheddar with all slipped under and gently kissed by the broiler to bubble and brown. It was orgasmic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had our car parked in the sun for almost three hours. This is what greeted us upon our return.. Never leave your animals in the parked vehicle.

The Majestic Cornish Coast

Today will be the final posting of my Cornwall photos.  There is one final thing I'd like to mention.  If you looked at yesterday's photos, many were taken in the village of Fowey.  Fowey is special to me.  It is where Daphene du Maurier, a Londoner by birth, a Cornish resident by choice, lived when she wrote Rebecca and The Birds, adapted by Alfred Hitchcock and plot moved to California  for film, and other novels.  Each year Fowey hosts a Daphene du Maurier festival.  The festival draws thousand of literary aficionados from all over the world.  After spending time in Cornwall, it is easy to imagine how both Rebecca and The Birds were imagined by du Maurier.  I regret that I am never in UK at the right time to attend the festival.  Of course, my husband would be bored to tears...sigh...to him it would be like spending an entire day at the proctologist's office...

I close with a slideshow of the coast of Cornwall.  Nothing here is placid or languid or smooth.  The coast of Cornwall is wild, free and majestic, inspiring awe and humility as one realzes that we humans are rather insignificant in the broad tapestry of nature...

Cornwall Walk Abouts

These photos were taken as we strolled through various Cornish villages...Fowey, Mevagissey, Newquay, Padstow, Perranporth and St Austell.