I had a difficult time getting going tonight. Usually, once I decide what I’m in the mood to write about, the blog writes itself. I will show you pictures of the house. It’s on the lot now, but it’s not leveled and attached, and nothing is hooked up. I’ll put some on here, anyway, because It has to do with the other thing I’m going to write about.
Kip and I went out to, “the property,” today to investigate and do what we could inside. We lowered all the blinds and removed all of the tie-downs used to keep everything in place while it was being transported. It made it just fine. See that little machine that is moving the house into place? It is tiny, but powerful and operates by remote. That’s how they can get these houses into tight spots.
Yesterday, our friends, Scott and Fran, who live just a few blocks away, stopped by to watch. Another friend, Bear, road his motorcycle over to see our new home reach it’s destination. In the first picture, below, Fran is getting ready to give Bear a leg-up. (We’re saving up for steps and a sidewalk.)
Back to today. Have you ever felt sort of…off? You might call it something different, but I’d be willing to bet, you have. We’ve been extremely preoccupied with getting the house moved. It was exciting to see it come home, but now we have to wait for the electricity, sewer and water to be connected, before we can get the skirting/siding completed and we can move in. We are at the mercy of others, so we must practice patience and be grateful that so much has gone right. It’s supposed to rain next week, but I’m sure nothing too terrible will happen.
All of that is part of my feeling off, but not the whole of it. The Easter season is upon us. I have been feeling disappointed that I didn’t finish my Beastertown book in time for all of the little kiddos to get one for Easter. I realize, now, that it wasn’t the right time for part two, or least I wasn’t ready to write it.
Today, some other friends, Barbara and Ron, came by to see the house and Barbara brought me two new Easter bunnies. They are the cutest things. I decided I would take some pictures of them, tonight, and write a little story. I’m a little challenged to find suitable photo backgrounds in the RV, so I dug out an old chest that I keep some important mementos in. When I was growing up, it was our family picture box. Gus gave it to me a couple of years ago and it has become one of my most treasured possessions.
I dug inside the little chest and found a glass box that my sister-in-law, Karlyce, gave me a few years ago. Inside the glass box there was a little glass heart, and inside the heart, a beautiful Angel. She’s rather tiny.
It occurred to me that I was really getting into the Beasterhops and Beastertown, but I was forgetting to write about Jesus and the Angels. Don’t get me wrong, the Beasterhops are a big part of the vision I had when I wrote We Shall See what We Shall See. It is all about believing and imagining.
The story goes that Easter Bunnies, who we all know have lots of babies, became the symbol of new life. The Easter Bunny decorates and gives gifts of eggs…also a symbol of new life.
On Easter Sunday, we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus.
The story of Easter week, which begins tomorrow on Palm Sunday, is a beautiful affirmation of the power of good.
The Beasterhop is a made-up character, who represents the importance of trying to lead a life where kindness, love, and concern for the well-being of others is the only way to find true and lasting happiness?
I will write the book. And it will be all about Beastertown and the rabbits and bunnies who live in the city with the shining crown, but I won’t leave out Jesus and the Angels watching over all.
**So many friends have contributed to my Easter Bunny collection. I can’t tell you what it has meant to me. I’m including the giver of the crown that I use for the shining town, and the pictures of bunnies from others who live far away. What I’m trying to say is, “Thanks to all of you friends and readers who have come to know and love the beasterhop.”