Sometime recently, I newly knew that life could be cozy and comfortable, and not just survival. That's when I started loading Spud up with cozy and comfortable things I had found along the way. It also changed the way I looked at what I already had.
You know how, when you move into a new place, you don't feel at-home until you do "that thing"? We all have that thing, and sometimes we just stumble upon it by accidentally doing it, and then feeling comfortable. I learned a while ago that books are that thing for me.
Before: that naked hearth made me cold just looking at it.
After: that thing
Uncovered windows at night undo me. Nevermind that anyone standing on my deck and looking in would need to have brought provisions, a bedroll, night-vision glasses, a strong stomach, and a GPS. Now they can just stay home, thanks to curtains.
|I was going to wait until I had cleaned up, but we only have so many years.|
It got cold here a few nights ago. Thank goodness that's over!
Flickers are beautiful, inquisitive, and relentless. I call this one "Opportunity," because he just keeps knocking.
There was a Hallowe'en festival in town, and Betty and I attended.
|Amigita being as scary as she ever gets. She's a service dog.|
Somehow I walked out the door and up a mountain. I know, it confused me, too. Just when I thought I knew who I was.
|Horse Mountain? When the locals argue, I simply refuse to learn until they come to consensus.|
|When a half is really a quarter, and vice versa.|