Serenity

To Friend Jossie
March the 5, 1887

Who taught the bird to build her nest of wool and hay and moss
Who taught her how to weave her best and and lay her twigs across.
Manor Dale
Compliments of Ida E. Cline


I woke up this morning and realized that ultimately it doesn't matter what happens in the next week or so. I will get the house, I will move, I will go to Italy, I will be happy. Stop stressing already! It was probably one of the most beautiful weather days of the year. I sat outside for the first time for a little while this morning in dazzling sun with a dazzling bay in front of me.

Then Pat and I went to Truro Treasures. I could have purchased a bunch of stuff if I had money and if I knew where I was going to put it. Instead I bought a vintage white dish towel embroidered with the word china and drawings of cups in blue. And I bought, what I think is a page from a grade school autograph book from the 1800's that has a lovely drawing of two birds hovering over a nest of little birds and a hand-written poem from one schoolmate to another. It has another poem on the back. LOVE IT! My friends Rob & Dan showed up and Rob yelled, "Put that down. I've been in your house. You don't need another thing!" Well, technically speaking he is correct. But if that really meant something, I would have stopped buying things in 1987. Clearly he doesn't know what he's talking about.

Then I went to the farmers' market and bought the most expensive tomatoes on the planet. And a lovely bouquet from Len, my best flower friend. Then I went to return a pair of shoes that were too shiny for my trip to Italy and it took me over an hour to find a replacement. I love the shoes that I bought but it seems that they may be falling apart and I've only worn them for 3 blocks.

Then do you want to know what I did next, because I know this is riveting and you just can't wait to find out what is going to happen...I met friends for adult beverages at their new condo overlooking the harbor and then we went to dinner to celebrate Ellen's birthday. Home by 9. Boom. Swell day. Really a perfect day. We even made plans for tomorrow....my seller will probably throw another open house and I'll take folks over to see it and explain to him that it really is going to happen. And please keep liking me. And then we may go to the Truro Vineyard Grape Stomping because Laurie thinks she needs to experience this. I think I'd like to see it. I don't think I have the proper Italian garments for the job!

This has been a good weekend. Last night Carolyn and I went to an art opening at the Provincetown Museum and Art Association featuring a survey of work by my new friend Ciro Cozzi. I usually feel like a wallflower at these things. Not last night. Ciro gave me a big kiss and hug and Patty his wife was happy to see me and did the same. I don't know them well, but there is an immediate love fest with them. I made them dinner one night and it was such a special experience for me. And I loved Ciro's art. And I haven't been to an art opening since the breakup so I was able to see a lot of people I have missed for a long time. Lots of hugs and kisses, lots of shoulder raising and me responding with, "I know, there's nothing really to say." Instead of feeling lost, I felt found.