We had about 4″ of snow last night and the morning wake-up temperature was 7º. The view from every window in the house was a winter wonderland and the rooms were filled with warmth and white light.
In the last few days I have realized how much I have made myself at home here (Back at the House). As I take in the luxurious comfort of it all – I continue to cautiously ask myself why mom can’t be here enjoying it and living it with me. I know the answer but I keep pestering myself for more reassuring reasons. Often it just doesn’t seem fair. This morning I called mom to let her know I might not be coming to see her because of the weather conditions. She said she was fine and then I think she said her “house” was warm. She may not be calling The Villa “home” yet but she may be calling it her “House”. Progress!
At some point in the next week I will bring her back to the house because she wants to look for a few things she’s been missing. I know she really mostly wants to just look — I will hold my breath or I will just breathe because I can’t say “no”.
I’m a little curious about what her reaction will be to the redecorating I have done in her absence. In the process of making myself at home furniture has been moved, pictures have been rearranged, plastic plants have been taken to the garage along with an overall stripping of knickknacks. She will notice the obvious changes right away but probably won’t see the drawers and cupboards that have been cleared out and cleaned. I won’t tell her I broke one of the Hummels. I doubt she will realize most of the furniture has been polished after collecting dust in some cases for 15 or 20 years. She never used the living room. It was always off-limits and she referred to it as Johnson’s Storage. It is now my favorite room in the house and I spend a lot of my time living in it. I do know I will never tell her that I actually open the blinds every day to let the light in and never give a thought to how it might fade the upholstery or carpet – which are both white.