I am on a houseboat, sitting in a little patch of shade in the corner of the deck. I wish I could stay another night. But I will be getting in the car again in a couple of hours, so I can get to Jacqueline's place by evening. It is getting hot but I don't mind, as long as the shade remains. I am having a really good time, so far. Not without some stress, mostly from driving around places I don't know. But it was really good to see Linda, Isabel, Pamina, and Ed.Yesterday Linda and I drove 90 miles to the coast -- to meet up with P and Ed but also to escape the heat in Portland. The beach was perfect. I did not apply enough sunscreen to avoid getting sunburn on my toes. P seems very calm -- granted, she had been on vacation for almost two weeks, and she was not looking forward to going back to work. But she wasn't at all restless or fretful.
I'm thinking often about B, whom I haven't met. We are becoming pen pals, of a sort. I am trying to restrain my imagination, with some success. When you meet in person for the first time, you realize that you are looking at a human being, a mere mortal. Granted, that moment is not necessarily the final word -- sometimes my platonic ideals are nudged aside by living, breathing reality.
Also: I have an architect! This is very exciting. When I get home I will sign the paperwork -- and I'm hoping that my mortgage refinance will be finalized.
