I cannot catch a break lately.
Last week as I watched my life get rather wonky, I decided that on this Monday, when I had nothing scheduled, I’d hang out on our screened-in porch. I figured that I’d take my laptop out there and set up camp for the day. To do this, all I need to do is to move the round glass-topped side table in front of a wicker lounge chair, add a few pillows for back support, reposition a smaller wooden side table for my mug of coffee– and I’m good to go.
And considering that the weather today is finally sunny + clear + mild, you’d think that I’d be out there, wouldn’t you? Doing my own suburban take on Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Walden Pond lifestyle. Finding spiritual inspiration sitting next to the trees with the birds chirping and the squirrels squirreling. Being all peaceful and such.
But I’m not.
Instead, I’m in my home office with the French doors to the foyer closed, shades on windows down, trying to ignore the loud ruckus that is going on next door– and in front of my house. This is because my peaceful screened-in porch sanctuary looks out upon the chaos and mess going on next door as a new roof is being installed. Meaning that I am not feeling passionately at one with the whole world a la RWE, but I am feeling passive like a victim of Lemony Snicket’s Unfortunate Events.
However, be that as it may, looking on the brighter side of things, the neighbors are getting a new roof that they need after theirs was done-in by some hail damage last summer. So this is necessary. And when this is all finished I’ll be the one who gets to look at the prettiest roof in town.
So there’s that.
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