Outside my front door, 6pm on Saturday


It has been raining here an awful lot for a town that’s in a drought. (not that we are no longer in a drought, just like your being well-employed does not cancel out the recession.) When it isn’t raining the weather is unbearable. Not because of the heat, but because of the dryness. (With my eczema I would take humidity over this any day. Not to mention that my hair looks so flat now.) But yesterday was rather nice and warm and didn’t bother me much at all. I sat for a while with my dog in the front yard in an attempt to enjoy the day while avoiding the mosquito colony in the back. He wandered around, peed on the tree. I sat on the steps and watched him.

Overall it is a nice place to be on nice days. What I would like is a bigger porch with a swing that I could sit on while my dog lays near my feet. It would also be nice if I had an old tire on a length of rope that I could hang on a tree branch. The branches are too thin to hold the weight of anyone above the age of three but it’s really about the image it would create and not necessarily about functionality.