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Moves that hurt; then again, movement by itself is always good!

Settling into our new home we were just reminded that it was one year ago when we first walked the lot, talked to our assigned builder and watched the concrete pad being framed. It has happened all so quickly – but doesn’t every new home build seem to flash by more quickly than anticipated. Put it down to inexperience building in Florida, although through the years, we had become fans of the show, 100 days. Then again, this is our house and we inspected every inch of progress almost every day.

We rented a cottage for a year after we had taken the decision to build. That was probably among the smartest things we have ever done. It allowed us to drive to the site each day, sometimes more than once. It also justified us purchasing our first golf cart just for the purpose of traversing the two and a half miles that separated our rental from our new home. There is always an air of excitement surrounding any new home build and in our case, this proved to be no exception.

Once we had made that final move to where our treasured goods and chattels began appearing, we went about furnishing it with some flourish. When our Windsor Colorado home was sold, all of our furniture went with it – as part of the purchase negotiation together with a last minute to buy almost all of what remained following that negotiation. Naturally enough we were sad to see it being acquired by the new home owner – a sense, if you like, that what we loved as “our style” captivated others.

On the other hand, it meant we started with a clean sheet of paper. Even the items we acquired for the rental cottage were gradually winnowed down, basically give to worthy new home-owners looking for budget fit-out of their new build homes. One of the more captivating items was a small, entry-way, console table that was called, “Reaching out of the Box.” We thought nothing more could be better suited to be placed where our guests would be greeted. Our Florida home was assuredly, a step taken that reached outside the box.

Over the years, visitors to either our Niwot or our Windsor homes, both homes in Colorado, will have seen the many Charles Billich’s Cityscape prints. Look closely and you will see that they are 1 of 20, 16 of 49 and 116 of 250 plus. This is a reference to our wedding anniversary date of January sixteenth and where on several of the paintings, Charles has endorsed with a congratulatory message. He did this on our third, twentieth and lastly our twenty fifth. These prints mean a lot to Margo and me as you would expect and have been hung in all of our residences, following us each time we built another home.

These cityscapes tell a story. It starts with a Sydney cityscape, followed by Warsaw, Paris, London and Singapore. There is a Shanghai cityscape as well but that’s a divergent storyline. It starts with recognizing where each of us came from – Margo from Warsaw, me from Sydney. We were engaged in Paris, honeymooned in London and then had our first Thanksgiving in Singapore. As for Shanghai, well, it was a special painting by Charles’ honoring Schumacher’s last F1 win in Shanghai. It became a favorite of Ferrari aficionados – and yes, we have number one, of twenty. Imagine then the pain we are going through as, in our last move to Florida, the Sydney print went astray – damaged so the story goes from UPS, and then thrown into the trash. The print that anchored our cityscape collection. As yet no compensation but the hurt we feel is very real. 

As a footnote, a decade or so back (2008 – 2017), Margo and I tracked Corvettes – a blue Vette followed by a red Vette. In both instances, and following similar logic to that of the painting’s numbers, our car was always 161 – a slightly different variation on the theme we followed with the paintings.

Again, a reminder of our January 16 wedding anniversary. As these Vettes were parked at home and passed each time I took the garbage out, having once forgotten our anniversary, Margo thought that this would be a positive reminder should I ever have another lapse of memory. Surely, I couldn’t possibly forget the meaning of our race car numbers!

When it comes to being hurt, after a serious fracture in her leg (both the tibia and fibula), Margo has experienced difficulties wearing some of her favorite shoes. Big problem, obviously, as she has quite a number of really nice shoes. Among them Prada, Jimmy Chou and yes, Christian Louboutin. For a number of years, these shoes have sat silent, packed away in their original boxes. However, for the past couple of months we have been regular visitors to Boca Raton, Florida, where there is a major mall with upscale stores including many that feature accessories.

When Margo purchased her original Louboutin boots, it was in Las Vegas during a HPE conference. It was a time where I was part of the HPE Influencer program and for Margo, this meant participating only in the evening social activities, but not in the event itself. This opened up opportunities to look at the stores and on one such occasion she found a pair she really liked and yes, she demonstrated how easy it was to walk in them. Fast forward to today, and walking through the Boca Raton mall, she found a pair of boots not just with a less-aggressive height, but a wider heel base. Her stability was restored and the hurt now quickly forgotten and a new pair of Louboutins adorn he wardrobe. 

We have been spending our time in Boca Raton at the local Renaissance Hotel. There is a restaurant as part of the hotel, although managed as a separate entity, which gave us cause to shudder – yes, it’s called the Meat Market. A great name for a steakhouse but we really couldn’t shake off the inuendo. However, there was never any concern over the quality of the meals, drinks and cocktails let alone desserts. In time, it became out go-to place for brunch and dinner and given they served the poolside bar and café, we were able to select from the same menus as when seated in the restaurant proper.

For Margo and me, it was an opportunity to take a good look at the cars the valets parked. On the occasion of our last night on our latest visit, the line up included three Ferraris, two Rolls Royce sedans and a sole Bentley Continental GTC. Boca Raton may not be on the same level as other cities up and down the Florida coastline, but all the same, it cannot be said to be a shabby locale. And did I mention, just out of sight was a Maserati MC20 that well, I kind of spent way too much time looking at and then scrolling the Internet for more information. Do you know how deep the depreciation on a new Maserati goes? Let’s just say, it’s very deep, indeed. 

We have returned from Colorado to the Florida panhandle where we plan to stay until sometime early December. This has given us opportunities to visit the gulf shores. Already the crowds of summer have left the holiday rentals and there’s a sense of peace that has descended on the many beachfront communities that line the coastline. Although we have to admit, the peace was shattered this week as it was Bike Week and the Harley Davidson community was hard to ignore. Oh, how I miss having a motorcycle but then, there’s no way known to man that Margo and I will ever take up that “hobby” ever again.

Being back home in Panama City Beach has meant we did get to finish decorating our home. Pieces ordered a long time ago began arriving. Not just console tables but glassware and smaller items of furniture. The pace has picked up considerably with a renewed sense of urgency as we will be having guests over Thanksgiving. First up it will be our good friends and business advisors from California, Brian and Jan Kenny and then our daughter, her husband and the three grandkids. To say Margo is waiting with baited breath is an understatement as being away from the grandkids has been tough. 

It is till hard to imagine the time before the twin boys arrived. We were called well before their expected delivery time to inform us that it was happening right away. Being in California, preparing for a short RV vacation. Margo just had to be by her daughter’s side, so we headed to our RV for a spirited return drive to Colorado. Weather proved to be in our favor and it was possibly the quickest trip we ever made in the RV. Unfortunately, we missed the actual birth but not by many hours and our attachment to the twins, not forgetting our granddaughter, is as strong as it ever gets.

Having the family here with us over Thanksgiving is developing into a small tradition – this is the second occurrence in two years so I guess it’s safe to say a tradition is developing. With our new Florida home having just two bedrooms and an office, there will be compromises all round but then again, we have a pool and a spa and a grill. On the other hand, we are so looking forward to having the whole family with us even as we are sure the grandkids will be setting the pace for all that will likely follow. 

One of the last actionable items completed these past couple of days was the mounting of the pool enclosure perimeter lights. What a sight! We are still to settle on a color combination – maybe at Christmas, the pool green and the lights red? But what a change! It had been pretty dark out by the pool at night now that we are deep into Fall with Winter not far away. Did we mention that the vendor of the lights will be installing an infrared heating system shortly? From the very first week in our new home, it has been the backyard that has been the center of our lives as it’s where we eat meals, breakfast included, and enjoy that final beverage of the day.

The pain of moving is slowly lessening. The loss of items a sad situation. However, as anyone who has moved cross-country knows all too well, a painting here and a toolchest there, and that’s about it, means we have come out well-ahead of the pack in this regard. Seriously, I seem to have done more damage than the movers having broken cherished crockery and a vase or two. But then again, where we are today, is all happiness and for that alone, we are more than grateful! 



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