For those who imagine my days at my beach house as relaxing under an umbrella on the sand, this certainly was not one of them. Springtime at Arondavous is about tearing the house apart, moving furniture out of familiar spaces, so that walls and floors can be rejuvenated for the incoming summer season. Yes, the walls, moldings, ceiling fans, and floors get the white glove treatment, which involves moving every stick of furniture out. I, of course, in my increasingly gentle configuration (I ain’t 37 anymore!), could not tackle any of these moves without my long term brute-friend, Santo, who has been my go-to guy for at least 10 years. He spent this past weekend doing the heavy stuff, while I got to washing kitchenware and linens, and taking down & cleaning photos and art pieces, and storing them before new ones arrive in the coming weeks. It was definitely more than a 2 day job, so he and I will be back on Sat and Sun to do windows, paint trim, and hopefully, mulch the garden. After next weekend, and up to Memorial Day, I’ll be going alone for days at a time to tackle some house projects, as well as finally getting to work on small dune paintings for the upcoming Dune Fundraiser and Artist Tour of Cherry Grove weekend that will happen the weekend of June 8 - 10. More about that in future posts.
Sheba, of course, bored with nothing to do, followed us around the property so she could sit nearby while we worked. I took her down to the beach for her walk, and nearly lost her in the fog! I have to say, I have never seen beach fog like what I encountered on Saturday. Normally, you can see people walking toward you from a great distance coming from the Pines beach. On this day, a couple came into view from about just 50 feet away! It was like beige colored smoke. Sheba found some fowl to chase, so she was able to let off some steam in the water before she returned to her chaotic looking abode.
The weather was sunny and pleasant much of Sunday for outside tasks and another beach walk, with just a light sweatshirt, shorts, and no shoes in the sand. I paid a visit to my pal Susan Thornton at Casita, for some hugs and chat about our upcoming art events. After a glass of white, Santo and I caught the 4:45 ferry.
I plan on spending a bit more time outside on the weekend, so there should be more pics from the sand and the boards next post!
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