The home itself is to die for. In fact, the small studio apartment that holds my thoughts and belongings is absolutely what I've wanted for years now. Ceilings high enough to hold wonder and wooden floors that go click click click when walked across. It is, if only a small piece, a piece of property meant for me. I feel a kinship with this building and I would like to think, she with me, as well.
I attempted to meet the day as early as I could muster, in order to get out and get my list of intendeds on the done list rather than the floating around in my mind list. First objective was met by 10:30am where I plopped down my current electric bill and was handed a library card. I assure you, the Florida library system does not pay for your electric bills so don't move here in a rush due to my blog. I just needed proof of address, folks. I promptly picked out a copy of "Mansfield Park," urged by the movie, "The Jane Austen Book Club" I enjoyed on Friday night.
After the library, I headed to the coffee shop where I allowed an over calor-ied sugar drink to drip down my throat as I looked through cookbooks to prepare for this week's meals. For some reason...although food is normally a no-brainer for me, I wasn't inspired by much (and have yet to do any grocery shopping for this week). Something about needing a million things for each recipe made my heart race a little and I took that as a physiological cue that maybe simple meals would be best for this week.
Dreaded budgeting was the next item to be pulled out of the "I need to do this at some point" thinning air that circled my head. And so, budget I did. Realizing that I spend way too much of my "hard earned" money on eating out...I promptly reminded myself of the need to grocery shop. After spreadsheet upon spreadsheet, I realized that the beach was calling my name.
And so...my toes met the sand and the shells with ease out on Treasure Island. It sounds quite magical, doesn't it? A place called "Treasure Island." I found four treasures there today that I plucked from nature, into my beach bag. Now, to find the appropriate resting place for these treasure shells. I suppose, they will find company amongst the rest in the bowl on my stool.
There's beauty here and I am determined to find it.
