Sitting In "My" Chair

Elliott's in his swing for a little shut eye.  I'm not sure how much time I have so this could be long, deep and inspiring, or, it could be about my hair again.  You know, or something about as riveting.

I'm sitting in "my" chair.  Everyone knows it's mine.  I've kind of earned a bit of a reputation about it.  It is sometimes referred to as my thrown.  Anyway, I'm sitting here with the windows open because, apparently, it's spring now.  (Don't get me wrong, the weather's lovely, it's just that I'm a fan of winter, so I'm feeling a little cheated.)  I'm listening to the kids playing in the park outside my window, along with the hum of the freeway.

I like sitting here.  I like the view.  I have garden lights strung over my patio.  They make me happy.  And the blossoms all over the well-aged trees are so pretty.  My little patio isn't enough for my three dogs, my kids' gear, the AC unit, and the two unacceptable garbage cans which I'm forced to house out there.  But it's pretty to look at through my sliding glass door.  Some day, I'll have a more user-friendly garden.  I try not to dwell on that too much though.  I get impatient and discontented with what I have when I dwell; and that does me no good as this is where I am for now.  Someday I'll move, but not today.  Today, I'm sitting on my thrown and view is nice from here.

I've put a lot of love into this little home.  It has served us well.  I think we may be tipping the comfort scale a bit though.  Three to a room is kind of tight.  Especially for Klee, who, up till now, has had only himself to manage.  What's that?  You wanted to sit on the toilet... alone?  Yes, that is the normal amount of laundry.  Dogs do that.  They do.  It's perfectly normal for them to drag their butts across the floor while you're trying to eat your dinner.

For now, we live here, at Belmont Cottage.  And Klee's doing grea... err.. he's doing fi... he's still here.  And that's say'n something.

I'm always tweaking things around here.  Searching for better ways to make a two bedroom home function well for all of us.  I even have dreams that I'm walking through my house and suddenly I discover all sorts of rooms that I didn't now I had.  It's very exciting.  Of course I start decorating my new spaces just about the time I wake up.

But, I wake up in my cozy bed with fluffy blankets, in my sweet nursery/bedroom with branches on my walls.  When we make coffee it makes the whole house smell like comfort.  I see trees from every window, and my boys have climbed them all.  And when the garden lights are on, it sparkles everywhere.