Tuesday, October 28, 2014
This old house
As I was trying to quietly move from the kitchen to the basement to the kitchen to the front porch to the basement to the kitchen to the front porch, (something about memory and what I was after/and what I forgot to get!), I realized how futile my premise was. It simply is impossible to move quietly in this house. As I descended to the basement, the stairs each sang out the burden they were encountering. As I moved from the kitchen to the front porch, a cacophony of creaks, moans, and groans eminated from the floor boards. Even the chair announced my presence as I delicately lowered myself into it. Now this is the point. You may think I'm complaining. Not so. We have been in this house for over 38 years. With minor adjustments along the way, we have made it ours. It's comfortable. It has character. It's sturdy. And it's ours. Cath laughs at me when I frequently sit in the front porch and say "I like our house!" (Of course that's not the only time she laughs at me!). But I do! It is a blessing in my advanced years. And truthfully, it would seem that all the creaks are in the floor boards. This old house I've had for almost 65 years creaks and groans also! I think I'll keep them both! Love where you are, and know in turn you are loved!