Work stopped on my house at the end of October because I ran out of the readies. By then all the thatch had been put on which was the biggest and most expensive part of the operation. So nothing happened in November, December was taken up with the Christmas holidays and in January the builder wasn’t available. But....due to the incredible generosity of my incredible friends my bank account was bulging with birthday moolah, bricks arrived in vast quantities, the builder returned and work resumed last week.
Walls are springing up, my fireplace is installed, windows frames are awaiting glass and the stable doors I’m having at both the front and back are waiting to receive said doors. Because I have absolutely no visual imagination, despite Ellie having shown me the plans and explained patiently and at great length how it was going to look, and despite the fact that I nodded sagely at what I hoped were appropriate moments I hadn’t a clue how it was going to look! So now it’s actually taking shape each day is a revelation!
I’m sure I wrote in an earlier blog that the house that Michael and Ellie built for themselves has about it a story book quality, as though it had been dusted with stardust and is inhabited by magical beings, and don’t ask me how but Ellie has created the same feeling in my house! What a star that lady is. Both she and Michael are seriously talented as indeed is their daughter Esme; and it’s very easy for someone like myself whose talents are minimal to feel completely overawed by their gifts. And believe me, I do! But I’m also seriously grateful that my life’s path led me to them and the realization of my greatest dream – a home of my very own!!!
It will be winter when I move in – summer will be officially over at the end of this month, yippee! – and although the days will remain hot, the evenings will start to cool and by June will be very cold indeed. The prospect of sitting in front of a roaring fire with the kids stretched out on a rug in front of it renders me almost unconscious with joy! Which just goes to prove my darlings that dreams really do come true. My view is of the bush, and my porch faces the evening sun so I shall see some spectacular sunsets and because I’m an owl and prowl around until the small hours I shall also see the moon as it moves around the heavens and the stars look so close I feel as though I can reach up and touch them. I tell you, my cup runneth over!
I also had a huge insight into my psychological make-up the other day. I was talking to Bronson about how frustrating it was that my battery always ran out before I’d finished writing my blog (I sit outside in the garden when I write) and he said, ‘extension cord’? An extension cord! I mean it’s so screamingly obvious but it would never have occurred to me. Why? Because....I LACK ANY SEMBLANCE OF COMMON SENSE! And it’s not as if it’s lying dormant in some area of my gray matter waiting to spring into active life. It simply isn’t there; not even a suggestion, a whisper of common sense do I possess. Not only is this lack a hindrance, it’s a major disability. I am handicapped. Big time. Now I understand why so many of my friends look at me despairingly as they ask, ‘Jackson, how have you managed to get through life?’ It’s only now that I understand what they mean. And the answer is, I haven’t a clue. By the skin of my teeth and the seat of my pants is all that comes to mind. I mean, looked at logically, I really shouldn’t be here at all as I’m completely unequipped to handle this thing called life. But I’m still here which in itself is quite a feat. I’ve survived 70 years on the planet and lived to tell the tale!
Not only that, but I’m deliriously happy, surrounded by love, friends and harmony so I’ll settle for being handicapped and thank the good Lord that I was delivered safe if not sound to my final home in the deep, deep heart of the African bush. xxx