Stuff happens. As it currently happens, have been enjoying the relative quiet of my urban cocoon.
|Picturesque Sunset. It weirds me out to no end to not have the sun set over the ocean.|
To make things at home seem more resort-like, scrubbed down a couple patio chairs and an inherited little Ikea table.
Thought about painting the chairs, but decided against, as they seem to be on their last legs. The table's in great shape; all that was necessary was a citronella candle. Oh, and a little placemat I found at the dump Downeast; gives things a rustic look.
I'm spending an awful lot of time up here in my little treehouse perch. It isn't much, but it's nice. Have convinced the landlord to sit out and drink a cup of coffee every now and again. The best are the Working Lunches, though. Food tastes better out doors, even if one's view is of the cinder block building out front.
|Mediterranean Salad and Green Tea|