slice of life
Jun. 2nd, 2016 11:59 amvia http://ift.tt/1Xk34a2:
My childhood home is located on 50 acres of ravines and woods and basically all the crap around a bunch of farming fields, and is an outpost of rurality in an increasingly-suburbanized area.
My mother texted me just now. So my folks bought the place in 1978 or 79, and were sort of into hippie shit, so there are solar panels on the roof, and there’s a huge double sliding glass door on the southern exposure of the living room for the express purpose of passive solar gain. At which it does really well, by the way.
It opens out onto a patio, made of flagstones, overhung by a small oak tree and a big but not so robust ash tree. Mom has landscaped with the aim of encouraging birds since she got the place, and feeds birds year-round, and counts for FeederWatch, and so on. (She took a correspondence course in ornithology.)
All of that is just scene setting. So this text. Oh, one last bit of scene-setting: nobody locks their doors in the country. We don’t even necessarily shut them. In high summer, the patio door is usually left open, with the screen closed, for ventilation.
“The raccoon opened the patio screen door and came in and ate cat food last night. Even opened up the wooden barrel [of cat food] in the pantry! I guess no more leaving the glass patio door open!!!”

My childhood home is located on 50 acres of ravines and woods and basically all the crap around a bunch of farming fields, and is an outpost of rurality in an increasingly-suburbanized area.
My mother texted me just now. So my folks bought the place in 1978 or 79, and were sort of into hippie shit, so there are solar panels on the roof, and there’s a huge double sliding glass door on the southern exposure of the living room for the express purpose of passive solar gain. At which it does really well, by the way.
It opens out onto a patio, made of flagstones, overhung by a small oak tree and a big but not so robust ash tree. Mom has landscaped with the aim of encouraging birds since she got the place, and feeds birds year-round, and counts for FeederWatch, and so on. (She took a correspondence course in ornithology.)
All of that is just scene setting. So this text. Oh, one last bit of scene-setting: nobody locks their doors in the country. We don’t even necessarily shut them. In high summer, the patio door is usually left open, with the screen closed, for ventilation.
“The raccoon opened the patio screen door and came in and ate cat food last night. Even opened up the wooden barrel [of cat food] in the pantry! I guess no more leaving the glass patio door open!!!”
