Wednesday, December 24, 2014

xmaseve

Okay, 1:41, rain stretches systematically from Santa Rosa Beach to New Orleans and will sweep over us, looks to me like by dawn or before, depending on how fast it’s speeding northeast. Titan app shows green and some yellow, but no red: not too heavy.

With Joe here we’ve been busy moving little SUV loads of stuff from the house down the street to our new home. Christmas tree here for supposedly our last time.


Want a sea captain’s house? 


Four master suites, two up and two down; three screened porches including second story looking out over the Bay, two living rooms, dining room but we don’t stand on ceremony so don’t call it “formal,” plus an extra room for whatever. Four full bathrooms; also a powder room was included when we did the 1997 addition, because my mother did not like visitors using her bathroom. Lots of cedar trees. Looks out over St. Andrews Bay and includes bayfront.


Enormous kitchen in the 2002 renovation. Carport, poolhouse with heated Endless Pool. Fruit trees, grapefruit, orange, lemon, fig. Home for a family that wants to spread out, or run a bed & breakfast, neighbors have all suggested that.

On my declining mind this Keep the Xpistos in XMAS? Ralphie’s line “Some men are Baptists, others Catholics. My father was an Oldsmobile man,” so, Oldsmobiles, cars in my garage of memories ages and ages thence, dreams these wee hours, hopes ages and ages hence. Friend sent a pic of a 1928 Rolls Royce with unique ownership history: one owner, drove it 82 years. Mint condition and runs like a clock, driven over a million miles. 


Car was built in Springfield, Massachusetts during RR’s decade there, 1920 to 1931. Man in the picture looks familiar, but as I’m only thirty-nine pretty sure it isn’t me. Besides, I'm an Oldsmobile man, surely this will be under my tree tomorrow morning. 


Yep, here comes the rain. 

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