Two weeks we’ve been home and I’ve been trapped in this huge house without my evening sunsets! Seriously, what are Mom and Dad thinking? They know I’m a solar powered bird, why did we come back to this miserable house with it’s dark interior?
His screaming highness is right, two weeks we’ve been back in the house and I don’t think a single one of us is happy.
Dave and I haven’t been sleeping well. Scratch that, we really haven’t slept in two weeks. We each get a couple of hours of light sleep each night which is little more than glorified dozing. Restful, restorative, re-cooperative sleep has alluded us both since we’ve been back at the house. Our formally oh so comfortable bed at the house has not been that comfortable. And truthfully, it’s huge and I’m constantly waking up searching for Dave because he’s too far away. A bed we thought we’d hate and replace first thing, is now something we find we are missing. Odd funny but there you go, we are odd folks.
The house is dark. It isn’t dark as houses go, it’s just dark in comparison to The Gump. The hallway isn’t flooded with light, there’s no sky light above the showerhead, and no fabulous views out any of our windows. Sure we can look at the golfers or look at pavement, but how does that possibly compare with views like this?
The funniest thing I miss? The Gump’s kitchen, which just sounds odd even as I type the words. I have a huge kitchen here at the house with more cabinets and food storage space than a family of two humans could reasonably utilize. It was a HUGE bonus when we first moved in, and has since become a liability. The Gump’s kitchen is reasonably sized for two people’s cooking needs. I have plenty of storage, admittedly most of it is out of my reach but that’s why tall husband’s and step stools exist. I like having the stove within easy reach of the kitchen sink. Sure there are things I’d change about the kitchen, which I will be covering in my next post, but overall I miss my small and compact kitchen.
Greatest thing we all miss? Our back deck! Wally, Sangria, and Leo miss basking in the heat and sunlight on the deck in the afternoons. Pickles misses the sunlight and wild birds chattering at him from afar. I miss being buzzed by hummingbirds as they fly close to inspect Pickles. Dave misses the fresh air and sunlight pouring into his office, especially on mornings when I’m cold and he’s not. We have a huge yard for suburbia and it isn’t the same. There is far too much ambient noise, car fumes, and golf course activity to make spending any length of time outside a pleasurable experience.
Overall, it’s safe to say that we are eagerly looking forward to The Gump’s return from being serviced. Not only do we miss “Gumping”, as time in The Gump has come to be known, but we miss close proximity to one another and the sunlight and fresh air. Still deciding on our first trip once we get him back, but I’m thinking The Gump will be experiencing a lake in New Mexico next (right after I decide on which one).