To Sleep

Anybody besides me remember–as a kid–sitting back on the couch to watch a few cartoons with lunch and falling asleep…

in the middle of your sandwich?

I remember how warm and lovely it was to be watching The Match Game or Hobo Kelly only to wake up an hour or so later, with the sun sinking down and the toasty blue afghan magically tucked in all around me.

Ummmm…felt like mama love to me.

Sweet dreams, Miss Chompy.

This Old House

April and I went on a mini road trip this week–more on that later– and for some odd reason…

I couldn’t stop myself from snapping a picture of nearly every little old house that caught my eye–as we drove past, of course.

I’ve always loved wondering “who has lived there?” and “what was their life like?”

I want to walk through the rooms and touch the walls and see if I can just feel the life the old house has known.

My mom used to tell me that if I actually lived in an old, drafty, hot, ancient house I’d get over my infatuation with them…quick.

I think not.

In fact, I’m certain somehow, that it would be much, much worse.

Who–do you suppose–has looked out this window…

and what did they see?

What do you think? Hmmmm?

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