There is a clothes line, and sheets were hanging from it for all of the afternoon. The perfume of fresh air and springtime wrapped the bed for worn-tired bodies come nightfall. Nothing like it. Nothing like the feeling, either, of cold and hot water running from your taps, the taps that sit atop the pedestal sink that is now installed in the bathroom, the bathroom that also has flooring and a toilet that flushes, too. Good, good stuff, I tell you!
Good, too, are friends, lined up like a pearls on a string, who bring dinner every night for one whole week! My goodness. And? That one amazing friend who brings whatever you might need from town (over and over again), who takes three boys home to play, and who accepts texts for caffineated coffee in late afternoon. Soon, there it comes, hot, with sugar just right and yummy home-made vanilla creamer stirred in. It lifts the eyelids just enough for a few more hours of painting.
Mixed in with all this busy-ness of finishing this little house, is a film project (which has required the research and aquisition of explosives [don't worry, it's baby power and party poppers]), insect studies, leatherwork, the flu (thus the freshly-washed bedding you see up there, soda crackers, and ginger ale), poetry, art (we're very excited about our resident artist who just won second place in a state-wide Arbor Day poster contest!), football (always), and , whew!, it's busy.
But good. So very good.
Happy Monday, friends!