I remember this concept of aventure from my Chaucer class (with the lovely Prof. Gail Gibson at Davidson. Do you know her?) but have never heard it explained so eloquently.
This clearly is your hart in a boat. Best of luck to you and all of your bean-eating, wailing (we hope not!) family members.
I love your site, BTW. The food, the books, the medieval literature, the teaching, the knitting--I feel I've stumbled upon a kindred spirit if not someone from whom I might have been separated at birth in a previous life. Except I became the fast-food equivalent and you, my friend, are the real deal!!
Oh -- I'd wish you good luck, but I think "luck" is the wrong thought for aventure. May Fortune's Wheel be kind, at least... how exciting!
The universe is a grand mysterious place...and it seems (to me) that much comes out right if we can just take hold of our patience and wait...wishing you great grand luck!
I can't write a comment that does justice to your wonderful post. I can say, I do hope that it all works out for you. The house sounds like my own dream home. Here's to the white hart.
You must get it. The Family Story alone will be worth whatever you have to go through to make it happen.
Think of the practicality of the ruins of a summer kitchen in one's front yard. The real estate agents don't even have an abbreviation for that--because it's SO GREAT. RuSumK/FrYd? Triple Mint!
Please don't tell the bank all that stuff about the white hart.
xoxo Kay
oh HUZZAH!
This sounds Most Excellent!
I daresay, a chicken hat or two should be worn to the Closing.
Whenever I mention that we're off on aventure...the kiddos run to stock up on reading material...they know that often there is much waiting and gnashing of teeth by sensible grownups. (those Other Ones)
This can be drowned out by reading Great Literature, Aloud.
Blessings for your journey....
You're right, you will be the better for having taken up the call. Let us know how the aventure progresses. . . .
There are only three things my buddy says to have inspected for, dry rot, termites and carpenter ants.
I hope to visit later this year.
Carl
Dude. This needs to be yours, clearly.
As soon as it closes, send a snailmail address (if you are so inclined) and a multitude of the vilest green cotton dishcloths (handmade! or should that be pawmade!?) shall be yours for the asking.
I'd never heard of an "aventure" until I read your fascinating essay. Your choice to jump in is the right one, but expect someone to be waiting for you; welcoming you to the property. This time the White Hart chose you.
Thank you for introducing me to the "aventure" and continuing to bring your passion, humor, and selflessness into the classroom.
I look forward to the a blog entry about the darn white hart who eats the roses near the ruins of the summer kitchen.
My wife and I are (still!) battling for our modest "dream" house at the moment. After we did all the work the inspectors called for, we were accused by the seller of breaking and entering--sheesh. Nobody said the aventure was easy.
Now, there are ruins of an old, old house just down the street (only the foundation remains, however)...hmmm.
Oh Anne, I so wish the best for you and yours to come out of this. You're right; there are times where life must be seized by the horns and this sounds like one of them. I wish you success in however this is supposed to turn out, with lots of happy discoveries, fulfilling turns, and ultimately, a blessed future in this wonderful old home.
Oh, my god. You MUST get it. It WILL happen. And then you WILL get a certain West Coast houseguest. Once you've unpacked, anyway. I'll give you a little time.
(we were talking about your Naked Morris Dancers, btw, and Lala said to tell you the Folsom St. Fair in SF has S/M Morris Dancers, and they sew the bells on. And they ain't wearing clothes. Thought you should know.)
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