One of my favorite things about living in the NC mountains was the daily glory of sunset. I have so often thought that sunsets are best over the mountains or a body of water. Imagine my delight when I discovered the beauty of sunset over rooftops in suburbia. I took this photo from my front porch over the roofs of my neighbors’ houses. (Click the picture to get the full effect.) Beauty is wherever I find it. And I find it everywhere.
I’ve realized recently that I notice more now that I live alone. (I’ve been alone for slightly more than four years.) There are fewer distractions. I read somewhere that living alone has become the new normal. Does that mean I can now be considered normal? Maybe we shouldn’t take it quite that far. (Giggle.) But it is good to know that I have lots of company.
Living alone isn’t for sissies. Whatever comes my way I have to manage by myself. For example, I expected the storm restoration people to get back to me last week. They didn’t. Come Monday, I’ll have to put on my nice professional voice and call them. My great granny used to say, “Remember, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.” And I will. And the roofers will replace my roof. The painters will paint my deck and shutters. The air conditioner folks will comb my AC units whatever the heck that means. (I know the hail put little dents all over those little honeycomb-looking sections and they’re less efficient with the dents.) Oh, the things I’ve learned that I never wanted to know!
A little perspective here: The sun sets every day and I get to watch it. And life is good.