Thanks for all the lovely comments about the porch. We really love it. However, in the interest of full disclosure, I must talk about the elephant in the room – or on the porch. This is a photo of my husband taken before I left for California. You can see there are no leaves on the trees yet.
He had just come home with this exercise bike…found at the curb in a neighboring town. Yes, he’s awfully cute, but we had nowhere to put it. I will say, for the 999th time, that our house is very small. The usual conversation ensued.
“Are you going to use it?”
“Yes!”
“Okay, if you promise to use it. And you’d better cover it with a drop cloth so it doesn’t rust when it rains.”
I didn’t like the idea of this big drop cloth covered blob on the porch, but I was leaving town so I let it go.
And there it remains. Unused. It sits there, with my husband’s bike that he’s thinking of selling – under the drop cloth. You wouldn’t believe how many times I have tried to shoot something on that porch with it looming in the viewfinder. I have expressed my desire to see it disappear. I’ll keep you posted.
Around here we say the words, “in the tunnel” a lot. What is the tunnel, you ask? It is Scout’s favorite place to lie on the floor. Definition: A ‘tunnel’ is the place on the floor between one’s legs and the piece of furniture one is sitting on. When Scout indicates she wants to go in the tunnel, I have to lift my legs in the air and hold them there until she gets in place. This can be exhausting if she is especially fidgety. Or if I am working on the laptop or balancing my dinner on a tray. In fact, she’s in the tunnel right now:
I am by far the most popular person for the tunnel. Don gets the request occasionally. Me – all the time. But honestly, could you say no to that face? I sure can’t.
More soon.
