Things are beginning to look up right now. Starting to see the future. I think part of my problem with moving about is that I feel this is the time to settle for us. Now, with my conservative, traditional background it is hard to say this but I feel that God said "I am going to settle you in here, real deep, for a while". So what is this feeling like the land wants to spit us out business. The people are wonderful, amazing but there is this "thing" trying to keep us from settling and it isnt God. Something to push against and yell at and stand strong against. Some days I am strong enough to stand and grunt and sometimes I feel like crying. Today I am standing.
Well, things feel like they are beginning to shift. First of all, we found a winter let. Yeah! Went out walking with Miriam through Stromness. Prayed a bit, knocked on a few doors, talked with a few friends and there it was. It is a 2 storey flat above everybody's favourite Stromness restaurant. Very cool, laid back landlords. We will pay about half the rent we are paying now and get it month-to-month. Still don't know what to do with our army of wardrobes and the lounge suite, but, dang, well, you are right Kristen, It is only furniture. I know it is sorta wierd, It is just old junky stuff but there are certain things I really miss because I have done without these so much. These things would probably be, a sofa, washing machine, vacuum cleaner, a dresser or wardrobe for each person in the family.
Actually had some very good days. After finding the flat gave the Czech florist a few of our army of czech books and he gave me a huge bouquet of lillies, really nice smelly ones. Next day went to Kirkwall and decided to finally get that ball of "Ronaldsay Wool" I had been staring at for a while and it was half price, the only thing in the shop that was half price. Few moments later was chased down the street by a woman who wanted to give me a few boxes of sewing patterns as the shop decided not to carry them any more and she wanted to give them to me. I want to teach more people to sew.
Anyways, things looking better today. More permanent options are looming on the horizen.
Other family news, A strange little black cat seems to think we are home. It seems to think we are a stable home. It has been either following Tamara or being carried by her since yesterday. Jumping in the window everytime we put her out the door. That makes 3 cats, I dont think so. We will go out looking for her home today. First stop, the house down the street that we affectionately call "the haunted house". Big old, dark house with lots of trees, overgrown weeds, too many cats to count and a nice old man. Am I stereotyping saying that a black cat probably comes from a haunted house? Hmmmm.