Dear Reader,
Because I have a second and unexpected summer in Maine, I would like to begin introducing you to the people who are likely to be mentioned in future posts.
It seems proper to begin with my LandLady.
I met LandLady last summer when I rented a furnished apartment from her. When I needed to extend my stay in Maine past the end of my rental period, she let me stay in her spareroom for 2 weeks free of charge in exchange for watering her plants and making coffee in the morning. She generously shared her fascinating circle of friends with me, one of whom greeted me today with cookies and the remark, "See. I told you you'd be back."
LandLady rents out her apartments as a form of income, but also for the opportunity it affords her to meet interesting people. She seems to think I am one of these. She herself can certainly be considered an interesting person. She is a sculpter and writer. Also a licensed hypnotherapist, and she told me today that she could retrain my mind to believe that I was an orphan. (I declined!)
When LandLady called me about 5 weeks ago to see how life in Tulsa was going and I confessed that I still hadn't decided where to go next, she offered to rent me an apartment. And until the apartment is available, I could live in the spareroom, rent free, in exchange for help organizing the house. LandLady is full of plans and ideas which involve enormous efforts in moving furniture, artwork, books and a wide assortment of other things. (I spent today sorting bed linens.) Honestly, I don't think she needs my help for this; despite the fact that she is still rehabbing from hip replacement surgery, the configuration of her living room seems to be different each time I go into it. But organizing someone else's life is always easier and cheaper than organizing one's own, so I accepted the offer.
Oh. And one last thing, LandLady has agreed to let me get a dog. Because she says she needs something to love. And I do, too.
Yours from Maine,
~~ LeAn
Because I have a second and unexpected summer in Maine, I would like to begin introducing you to the people who are likely to be mentioned in future posts.
It seems proper to begin with my LandLady.
I met LandLady last summer when I rented a furnished apartment from her. When I needed to extend my stay in Maine past the end of my rental period, she let me stay in her spareroom for 2 weeks free of charge in exchange for watering her plants and making coffee in the morning. She generously shared her fascinating circle of friends with me, one of whom greeted me today with cookies and the remark, "See. I told you you'd be back."
LandLady rents out her apartments as a form of income, but also for the opportunity it affords her to meet interesting people. She seems to think I am one of these. She herself can certainly be considered an interesting person. She is a sculpter and writer. Also a licensed hypnotherapist, and she told me today that she could retrain my mind to believe that I was an orphan. (I declined!)
When LandLady called me about 5 weeks ago to see how life in Tulsa was going and I confessed that I still hadn't decided where to go next, she offered to rent me an apartment. And until the apartment is available, I could live in the spareroom, rent free, in exchange for help organizing the house. LandLady is full of plans and ideas which involve enormous efforts in moving furniture, artwork, books and a wide assortment of other things. (I spent today sorting bed linens.) Honestly, I don't think she needs my help for this; despite the fact that she is still rehabbing from hip replacement surgery, the configuration of her living room seems to be different each time I go into it. But organizing someone else's life is always easier and cheaper than organizing one's own, so I accepted the offer.
Oh. And one last thing, LandLady has agreed to let me get a dog. Because she says she needs something to love. And I do, too.
Yours from Maine,
~~ LeAn
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