13 August 2020
Bacon cooking, that smell is on the morning air today. Here I sit on my porch in warm humid air, dawn having passed not long ago. Scents of sizzling meat are drawn off of a neighbor’s stove, sent into this air by an efficiently functioning fan and vent. With that smell, and with the sound of some birds and an owl in the distance, it feels like I am ‘up north’ camping.
Most of my days are filled with things that should be done. Mowing, washing, drying, etc., these are all high on my list. Today will be no different. I will make myself read books and I allow myself to watch trash on TV. Yes, I am so ashamed. I watched a Jason Stratham movie last night on Hulu. Guns and car chases and fist fights, all things that in real life I abhor but on a small screen while I am trying to drift off to sleep, I love.
In the evening tonight when I have finished my third walk of at least of mile I will sit at this table and scroll through real estate listings. What I need is a three-bedroom, two bath place, with close proximity to water. In the best of all worlds it will have a terrace. None of the places I am looking at will be available when I decide it is safe to go, or when the various governments involved decide it is safe for me to travel. Still, mentally I can prepare in my mind an idea of what I want. Here is one example of what I am talking about. https://www.idealista.pt/en/imovel/29854425/
Hey during these times of uncertainty we all need mental vacations, don’t we? Mine is drifting into real estate dreams.
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