A Rainy Saturday Night

Howdy friends,

I’ve been housesitting at The 1912 House for the last day and a half while a certain someone is away and it started me thinking about a couple things. First, that the fireplace doesn’t put out very much heat. I always wondered how to make it work better but was never able to figure it out short of putting in some sort of ugly heat exchanger. Nah, I don’t think so.

That led to something larger, what makes a house a home. I know that the topic has been thrashed to death elsewhere and by people far less ready for bed than I am right now, but maybe it’s just this: warmth. Not necessarily temperature, but the feeling you get when you enter a room, when you walk the hallways, when you sit back and imagine what good times you’ll have there in the future only to realize that you’re smiling. It’s not so warm in here this evening, not for me anyway. In a way, I think the dogs can feel it too. They’ve been clinging to me like cheap plastic wrap all day looking for something that just isn’t there.

Good night. More tomorrow.

– bob