Ahhhh – we’re beginning to come off that “coming home” high and settle into the “we’re home” peace. The bags are unpacked, the car battery is charged, Ted figured out the wireless problem (yes, I said Ted, who has never been a techie, did what 3 computer geeks could not), the boat is already back from the boat mechanics, and the pressure-washing will begin on Monday.
It’s 10 a.m. on Thursday morning, and I’m sitting at my desk in the den, looking out through the sunroom at the sun sparkling on the lake. The high forecast for today is 75, the low for tonight 42. That sounds like what we’d expect in the summer on Mackinac Island, doesn’t it? But it’s November in south Georgia, and that forecast is holding for at least 10 more days, according to the Weather Channel.
Before the weekend gets here – and I take a little break from blogging – I thought I would give you a little information about Lake Blackshear and show you a few pics of our home here.
Lake Blackshear was formed in 1930 by the damming of the Flint River by the Crisp County Power Commission, to provide low cost power to the citizens of Crisp County. The lake is bordered by five counties and has 97 miles of shoreline. Its average depth is 11 feet, and its average width is 1/4 mile. There is a lot of history associated with the Flint River and Lake Blackshear, but there will be plenty of time this winter to talk about that.
Our youngest son, Blake, graduated from high school and went off to college in 1995. Even though we were both still working in Albany (I was Public Information Director for the Dougherty County School School, and Ted was at that time Principal of a middle school), we wanted to move where we would be on the water and could have a boat. We sold our home in Albany and moved into a rental house at the lake. It meant a 45-minute commute twice a day back and forth to Albany, but that was ok – we told everyone it was like “going on vacation every day at 5 o’clock”. During the next year, we also sold our condo in Panama City, FL and found the home we were looking for at the lake. We moved in during the spring of 1996, when all the huge azaleas and dogwood trees in our yard were in full bloom – it was, and still is, a beautiful yard in the spring.
In the almost 14 years we have lived here, we have renovated extensively. The house was originally a fishing “shack”, and each owner had added a room here and there. It is basically a “shotgun” design in the shape of a “T”. When you open our front door (on the street side), you can look straight down the hall and out the backdoor to the water. We love our little home, and it is perfect for us. When all the children and grandchildren pile in, it is busting at the seams, but that just makes it that much more fun.
We have a pillow on our couch that reads, “Heaven is a little closer in a house beside the water.” I don’t know about that, but I do know – this side of Heaven – being by the water sure is “heavenly”. Ted filled up all the birdfeeders this afternoon. I’m thinking by tomorrow our feathered friends, who probably thought we had abandoned them forever, will be back happily pecking away. One feeder is attached with suction cups to a window in the sunroom, so we can watch the action close up.
I hope to see you all back here on Monday morning. It’s where I will be, good Lord willing. God bless.