Sinking In

Our patio.

It’s surprising, really, but Kathleen and I are not difficult to please. More often than not, we love whatever accommodations we’ve been given. It’s true that we have usually asked for something specific (a view of the sea, a short walk to the dining room), but although we never ask for the room of our dreams, that is what we usually get. 

We’re so happy with this room that Kathleen wants to reserve it for next Thanksgiving – before we leave.

The view from our patio.

Now that the weather has cleared up, and dried up, and cooled off, it’s quite pleasant to sit on the patio. Looking up from my book, I fall into something between a reverie and stupor. It occurs to me that we could be anywhere – anywhere with green hills overlooking the sea, that is. It really doesn’t matter how near or far, how well-traveled or exotic. What we want is this: this view of the sea from a hillside, looking over low shrubs.

And we want it to be a view that somebody else takes care of.

Needs no explanation.

2 Responses to “Sinking In”

  1. Nom de plume says:

    As I gazed and looked at the first two pictures without yet reading the text, I had the exact thoughts you expressed that the view and the pink building could be anywhere, like Bermuda! I slipped into my own mini-reverie. Vacation by proxy! Happy Thanksgiving, RJ and Kathleen. Don’t hurry back, although I am missing (the idea of) your being gone.

  2. Ellen says:

    Dearest RJ,

    We’re not doing too bad too. Very pretty in Virginia. We can’t get away for Thanksgiving because the time is so short and we’ve gone on 4 trips already this year. But we are talking of next year (2008, Xmas, going somewhere, maybe San Francisco where there’ll be an MLA conference just after Xmas).

    I wrote about my Thanksgiving on my blog. I have had a number of cheering, cheering letters from Net friends.

    All is good, RJ,
    Warm regards to Kathleen,