27/06/2023
When we left Tacet Time last August, we each shared a contented sigh of relief and satisfaction. The house, which we purchased in December of 2019 and renovated constantly until August of 2022, was finally (pretty much) complete. There were longterm projects to tackle, as there are in any home, but, for the moment, the house was there to simply be enjoyed and maintained.
Enter Ian.
Lucky does not begin to describe our situation. We know that wholeheartedly. While we still have a great deal of work to do, progress has been made in the past few weeks. HVAC is functioning, the hot water heater has been installed (electrician needs to tweak a few breakers for that to function), the pool clean out will commence shortly, power washing and deep cleaning are on the docket, and, most importantly, we're coming home to Sanibel.
On Friday, we're packing up the furry travelers and making our way down. The Atlas will be overflowing with lights and supplies to get Tacet Time up and running, hopefully to welcome guests in the fall.
Tilly will have to show Addie the ropes of island life. I'll be there with the dogs for a few weeks and hope to share time with friends, as well as use the days to learn new music, bake for my favorite workers, and help any of my fellow Sanibel dwellers who need me. I'm very good at pointing, running errands, and sweating for no reason. You should see my skills at food delivery.
This is not a vacation. This is a project, a process, and a rejuvenation of our sweet home. We don't get to live there full time, but our purpose when we bought it was to share it with our friends, families, and fellow lovers of the island. We cannot wait to do that again.
Anyone who stays at Tacet Time will be asked to do some element of service on the island during their stay. That could be as simple as eating at every single restaurant on Sanibel during their time there or grabbing that Bailey's bucket at the beach entrance for some clean up. I'm going to work on both of those when I'm there! Who wants to do dinner or lunch or breakfast?
Hopefully, in the coming months, the house will start to look like Ian never happened, though we'll always be able to see the signs, just like after Charley. Having lived on barrier islands all my life, until 2021, I know what risk comes with such beauty. Still, nothing can prepare you for this kind of devastation. It breaks my heart for all of those around us who have lost everything and are hanging on for dear life. We are here to support and cheer for you and love you.
Lastly, I saw a woman comment on a post about the islands, saying that she would never come back because everything she loved was gone. She wasn't a resident who lost everything; she was a visitor. I can tell you, no matter what, Sanibel's magic is still there. The smell, the sounds, the aura that is Sanibel can never be destroyed as long as we remember that we are her caretakers and she is our responsibility. I'll never give up on Sanibel. Its song has sung in my heart since my first day there in 1978. That's a melody I'll never let fade.