It was Wednesday and we had breakfast at L’Azure, one of the restaurants here at The Crane. I told Tom I couldn’t take much more of staying in the penthouse. I felt like it was too big, I wasn’t really here, that it was isolating being so far away from everything, that I felt like I was watching the pool area on a TV.
So, after breakfast, we packed our stuff and moved to our “home” – 211. It just feels so right to be here.
There was no one in 211B so the connecting door was left open. We actually own this apartment, too, but usually put it in the rental pool.
The year that my dear friend, Sue (SuziQ to Cushies), was here, she stayed in this apartment and used the garden a lot to think about things. She was going to come back with us the next year, too, but she died first :( I still miss her so much. I’m writing this in “Sue’s garden” and remembering how special she was.
So, we’ve been going about our daily business, working mostly, a bit of reading, time by the little pool, a few naps scattered here and there…
Life is good.
I mentioned earlier today that I didn’t think I was a fan of tower pools, although I’ve never been in one. To me, they seem like an outdoor bathtub.
The Crane’s buildings have towers/turrets on the corners with plunge pools built into them. The one here in the penthouse involves a climb up 3 stairs to access.
I put my feet in long enough to get this image from inside:
“Our” regular pool seen from up here, right on the end, by the ocean. Next stop – Africa!
And the view from “our” regular pool can’t be beat! The infinity edge makes it seem like it goes on, well, forever.
A normal day here I would have sat out in my bathing suit, reading, and when it got too hot, I’d hop in the pool for a bit. Today I read a lot and did computer work. The bathing suit is still dry…