One Year Anniversary

Breakfasting @ Sunroom

It was today last year when we signed the paper and took possession, in a way, of our house in Bloomington.  When we got here, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, fresh from the Title company's office, we discovered that the front door was not locked (properly), and had probably not been locked for the past two months after the previous owners moved out.  At least it boded well for the neighborhood, for that meant the likelihood of crime was pretty low.  As other than what we brought along in the car all our earthly possessions were still being transported to us, we went out to the Mall and bought a tea kettle and an air mattress, hoping that would tide us over till the moving van arrived.  Coming back from the Mall, to our great surprise, we found that we could not open the door with the keys given us at the closing!  After a couple of phone calls, we got a hold of our realtor, who got hold of the sellers' realtor, who came to open the door for us.  We learned that we were handed the wrong key!  A couple of days later, during the 4th of July weekend, after the movers had unloaded all our boxes, the A/C quit working!  Well, that was the beginning of our adventure in Bloomington; the rest is history.  Now that we've been here a year, I've gotten used to the mysterious sound of creaks, moans, and groans coming from some hidden parts of the house and the rumbling sound of the dehumidifier transmitted through the walls to the bedroom from the basement every so many hours. But, overall we are very happy with our house, especially during this time of the year.  The temperature has been in the mid 70's to low 80's, and frequent rain showers help cool the air and quench the earth.  After removing some glass panels in the sunroom, we've been having our breakfast and dinner there almost everyday.


We spent some time yesterday afternoon weeding in the back yard.  It seems to me, now, that weeding is a more monumental and overwhelming task than shoveling snow.  How soon we forget!  The power of human effort is inconsequential in comparison to the tenacity of nature.  Weeds, or what we take to be weeds, grow, like wild mushrooms after rain showers, in every nook and cranny.  If they are not pulled up religiously, they are apt to take over one's entire yard and turn it into the setting of "One Hundred Years of Solitude."