We are changing gears, the last few details of house number 2 are coming into focus.
RD2 is done!
Our attention is moving up the street to number 3.
The house currently known as Maison Louise
At RD2 We have installed the remaining pieces of trim, the storage areas have been addressed.
The courtyard cleaned up, repointed and the old fountain recreated (awaiting fish or plants).
Number 2 will soon officially be for sale and we will see what it feels like to live in a house that is “finished” for a while….
Serial Dwelling…for all it’s charms and discomforts.
It’s difficult to imagine living in number 3, it’s small, less than half the size of our current palace, less than a quarter the size if you include the storage areas. But I have always believed that one expands or contracts their lives to fit their space. I don’t expect it to be easy, but once done I look forward to the simplicity of 750 square feet. In our minds we are already working out the left behinds:
Half our clothes
Dining room table
Half our books
Half our chairs
Guest Room! (you have been warned!)
All the crap in the attic!
Sort of a global meltdown of spring cleaning…
It is perhaps a bit harder to move each time. As we get better with renovating homes, each one is a bit more comfortable, a bit more in-tune with us, and a bit more quality. It is hard to imagine ever outdoing this one, with it’s stone history, warm floors, and plaster walls, but I’m optimistic. It makes me wonder what my “last house” will be like, not to mention the where and the when??? Hopping around Martel is one thing, but anything else will require Styrofoam.
Incredulous that we ever thought ourselves “country mice”, we thrive on what little urban lifestyle we get here. The days that we walk to market or stumble home from a two bottle dinner, the occasional movie in the town hall and the slow-to-change art exhibits, all please us in reducing our carbon footprint as we can “live local”. However we continue to ponder life in a bigger city, the likes of Bordeaux or Montpelier or perennially Oakland. Change will happen, but slowly. It is certainly the wrong time in the economy to be selling a project, but we shouldn’t let the market dictate our paths…right?
Meanwhile, we continue.
Oscar excels in a school we are growing tired of. He enjoys it but we sense the limitations of a small town school. But he gets good grades and he is stimulated, and that is everything.
Patricia teaches English to those who care, and runs our simple lives (made complicated by living in a foreign country).
I am usually up to my elbows in mortar, saw dust, or just plain dirt.
Somehow everyone around us seems to think we are always hard at work!? Since we ignore the local customs of not working during the traditional lunch hour, or on weekends, we are assumed to always be working! Everyday is in fact a workday, I don’t start early and I often go late, fortunately I love the work, so everyday is like a Saturday. The joke in the family is that I never know what day it is, because they are all the same for me, luckily they more resemble a Saturday than a Monday.
The village is filling with tourists, the garden is filling with flowers, and our lives continue to overflow in a great way.