|Our front door|
Wednesday, August 01, 2018
Scenes Around the House
Have you been wondering where I've been? I've been making more video compilations of photos and videos of my former high school classmates for posting to You Tube. This is a project that I have long delayed but can no longer. Too many of us are dying. I have to get those hundreds of photos and videos I've taken of past class reunion committee meetings and reunions posted before I die.
And on that note I will transition to today's post. This is the first of many future posts about our home.
I love our home.
The photo at the beginning of this post is the front door of our home. We never enter the house this way. We go through the garage.
The front door is used by service people and our neighbor Bob M. who visits Bill and brings freshly caught and cooked fish for Bill. This morning the door bell chimed and it was the serviceman for our monthly irrigation system check. Next week a visit is scheduled with our HVAC service company. Politicians seeking votes occasionally ring our church chimes doorbell. And, once in a great while a guy will ring our doorbell offering us a "deal" to coat our driveway.
Bill and I have lived in five homes during our fifty-four years of cohabitation. This is our final home. Well, actually, those two cemetery plots I bought in 2000 at the Northwood Cemetery will be our final "home" but this home our last move. At least that's the way I plan it. Baring an accidental death or a slow decline and I end up blubbering in a "rehab" center, this house is where I die.
As you come in the front door, to the left is the smallest bedroom in our house, which I use as my home office. That's where I am now, typing this blog post. To the right is our dining room, which of course we never use. It's a semi-storage room now. Further to the left is the guest bedroom. I call it "Pat's Room" because he's the only one who stays there.
Our front door faces east. The morning sun comes through for about a half an hour in the early morning, bathing the hallway in life infusing light. Sort of like the "light at the end of the tunnel" many who have experienced near death have claimed to see.
Now I have a lemon sponge pie to make. Have a great day everyone!