I went to Line Dancing last night since my doctor did give me permission. No stomping or twisting of the foot was allowed but I could do the movements without much pain. Since it went off fine, I decided to register for the class.
Linda, who was doing the registering is somebody I've seen before and have chatted with quite cordially a number of times. She saw me write my address and suddenly almost shrieked, "You're living in my house!"
"Oh, my gosh! Are you a N--?" I asked.
"Yes, your mom and dad bought the house from my parents. They were the first ones to see the house and paid full price for it. Frankly, I didn't think the house would sell at all because it's got such a strange floor plan. My dad did these crazy things to the house. None of the rooms had 4 solid walls. There was no privacy!"
"Uh, hunh! Tell me about it," I laughed. "That's why we had to build on top in order to live there."
"And isn't it so weird? We're all sort of related, right?" Linda asked.
"That's right," I told her. "My mom asked me to call your parents when we came to Hawaii to thank them properly in English for the kindnesses they showed them during the sale of the house. When I talked to your mom and told her my name, she asked me if I knew Alan and Bessie. I told her they were my mother and father-in-law. Then I asked her what her maiden name was and she told me it was F-. I told her that was the name of my husband's Uncle Bob who was married to his mother's sister. That's when she told me he was her brother."
There were more coincidences. Her name was Natsue which happens to be my middle name. The address of the house was the same number as that of my dearest childhood friend who lives 5 minutes away.
It's amazing how some things in life seem destined. When we first saw this house, we saw the strange configuration but figured since it was just my parents who'd be living here, it would be OK. We didn't think that we'd one day be living here as well.
This bedroom had two accordion door type folding walls. We took it down and made it into our dining room.
It's cost a precious penny or two to renovate this house to make it comfortable for us and to have enough guest rooms for our visiting family but it's been worth it. Since we couldn't afford to have the contractor do everything, you've seen Art doing all the finishing work. It's been an interesting ongoing retirement project.
Yesterday, Art discovered that a childhood friend of his lives two blocks away and went to have coffee with him.
I told Linda she would be most welcome to visit anytime she liked although the house is quite changed from the time she lived here. She gave me a hug and said she would most certainly come to visit.
Isn't this all so amazing... even for Hawaii?
Remember how I was looking for a good pillow for the King bed? Well, we bought one at Ross to try it out and even though I bought the softest, flattest one I could find, it was too fat and my head was cocked uncomfortably. Then, an idea came to me! I undid the seam at the end and pulled out a quarter of the polyester fiber filling. Now it's just right! Woohoo!