Silver Moon, blooming just beyond the dining room window - and yes, it rained this evening, much wished for, and much enjoyed...rain.
(Other views, less glamorous ones, of this rose can be found here. Fear this rose.)
Amazingly enough, I met with my architherapist today - and even though I haven't been thinking about my new home, gratefully my architherapist has been, and there are plans - pages of them, with first and second floor views, south-north-east-west views, roof views - structural drawings - and after talking about things for a bit, I looked at him and said 'Wow, does this mean we might actually build this thing?' to which he said...not much, because he knew that I was being silly, perhaps even a bit surprised that life just...moves forward...amidst the chaos and sadness. Yes, there will be a house. A new home. I will move into the Airstream - where I will adapt to using a laundry mat and living in a small space - and yes, all of this will happen.
Life's funny that way, isn't it?