Of course, it never goes as planned, does it? First thing, the oil client called and wanted to reschedule for Wednesday. Then Wednesday's meeting said, really, it would still be several weeks until they were prepared to present mock-ups for the site. Then the bug guy said he was waiting on chemicals and ... and so on. Sunday I sat down with a good friend and said, calmly, "I can't even plan my life one week in advance. Most people have things on their calendars three months from now and I can't even commit to anything three days from now! I envy you folks with a little stability. Can we trade?" And then I started shaking. Shaking. I think I'm too keyed up or something.
All that said, I'm so excited about what the next year holds for Freeman House... for my life. This winter, the old place will open to its doors to begin serving regular lunches, dinners and teas. The bakery will kick off. I'll be launching my own brand of organic spice blends and baking mixes. And Freeman House will begin receiving overnight guests. Special guests. People who've been thinking of buying or renovating an old house. People who are curious about the renovation experience. People who want to live this life - if only for two nights. Folks who want to help pick paint samples, root hydrangeas, plant fall bulbs and learn to restore old woodwork. People who want to learn to bake bread, knit, can or garden. Those who like to explore old attics and read old love letters. People who are curious about what it takes and how you go about finding, purchasing and renovating historic properties. (Of course, there will be plenty of starry nights, plates of warm cookies, kayaks, books, homemade dinners, line-dried sheets and library fires to keep things cozy in the meantime.) Yep, those sort of people will be extended an invitation to come and stay. It will be wonderful. I'm so excited to welcome new faces into the old place. We'll have a ball.
In the meantime I have much to do. Understandably. And in the middle of all this I have two excursions planned: one to Europe, the other to the Bahamas. (My life hasn't changed in one respect since I left news reporting: a bag is always, always packed, and I own two of everything... tooth brushes, hair dryers, bottles of vitamins, etc.) I don't call it my messy, thrilling life for nothing.
The point? I suppose it's this: I'm signing off for a bit. Not forever, just a bit. I'll pop in periodically with a "Look at this!" and a "What do you think?" and an "Ooooh... try this recipe!" Other than that I may be a little scarce on the world wide web for a bit. But don't worry. Please don't worry. I'll be happily busy, preparing a place that we all might, in some way, consider a little piece of home... even if it's only in our dreams.
Until we meet next, enjoy your summer. And know that somewhere out there, a busy, brown-haired girl thinks of you warmly and hopes for the day we can pull up some chairs and share a plate of homemade cookies.
Take good care. I'll see you soon. -Brin