Homebody's Going Home
Thank God, you're saying. For once it's not panic blahblahblah, school blahblahblah. No, not today. Because today I get to go home. To Big Toad Lake (and how could you not be happy to be going home to such a place - it's like living in The Wind In The Willows).
I am a homebody. If I'm not in Bemidji I am home, and that means I hardly leave our property. I wear pjs all day long. I walk down our gravel road with the dog and look at the reeds and the skeletal trees in the marshes that line the road. I walk down the driveway to get the mail. I do dishes. I do laundry (my favorite chore, because it is the coziest one - I love burying my arms in fresh warm laundry). I bake bread and other bad-for-us goodies that j chastises me for making and then devours. I putter around and try to write. I read bad fiction and good fiction. I snuggle up with the pooch in our favorite armchair and read, read, read (this is harder than it sounds - she is a 70 pound chocolate lab who thinks she is a lap dog). I don't answer the telephone (much to the consternation of my mother, who, although she has known me for 32 years, still cannot accept that I hate the phone, have always hated the phone, and will not talk on the phone).
As per a request from Kassandra, I will soon be posting pictures of Toad Lake Manor (as I refer to our home). I just drew her a pretty nice aerial view, which, if I can get it scanned, will be appearing shortly.
Just one more reason to stay tuned!
I am a homebody. If I'm not in Bemidji I am home, and that means I hardly leave our property. I wear pjs all day long. I walk down our gravel road with the dog and look at the reeds and the skeletal trees in the marshes that line the road. I walk down the driveway to get the mail. I do dishes. I do laundry (my favorite chore, because it is the coziest one - I love burying my arms in fresh warm laundry). I bake bread and other bad-for-us goodies that j chastises me for making and then devours. I putter around and try to write. I read bad fiction and good fiction. I snuggle up with the pooch in our favorite armchair and read, read, read (this is harder than it sounds - she is a 70 pound chocolate lab who thinks she is a lap dog). I don't answer the telephone (much to the consternation of my mother, who, although she has known me for 32 years, still cannot accept that I hate the phone, have always hated the phone, and will not talk on the phone).
As per a request from Kassandra, I will soon be posting pictures of Toad Lake Manor (as I refer to our home). I just drew her a pretty nice aerial view, which, if I can get it scanned, will be appearing shortly.
Just one more reason to stay tuned!
Labels: toad lake life
posted by erin | 11:30 AM
1 Comments:
oh man...i wanna walk down dirt roads in my pajamas and read books with a 70 pound dog in my lap and bury my arms in warm laundry. most of all, i want to live in a place that feels like a world removed. have i ever told you how much i loved the wind in the willows as a kid? oh, you are a very lucky woman. it makes me seriously miss life in the country. oh man... it makes me miss it badly.
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