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Front porch
Aug. 20th, 2003 09:07 pmThings have been not so nice lately, but I'm not going to go into that, dum de dum. Instead, I'll tell you about one of my favorite coping mechanisms: hanging around on my front porch.
I live in a big ol' South Minneapolis home (built in 1916? 1918?) with a front porch, and lord, I love it. There were screens, a number of years ago, but they blew out in a windstorm and we've never gotten them replaced. I don't miss them too much. There's a huge overgrown evergreen bush-type thing, which stands at the southwestern corner of the house, and it provides a most satisfactory screening of shade until the very late afternoon. I clean off the furniture in April, right after we finish our taxes, and that, for me, is the marker of the real beginning of spring. All summer long, I eat my breakfast out on the porch most mornings and read the paper there, at the glass-topped table. We live in the sort of neighborhood that has sidewalks, unlike the suburbs, and so I can keep an eye out for kids playing in the yard and neighbors walking by. There's an overhead light so I can read out there at night if I like. I love summer night thunderstorms out on the front porch: I turn the light out for those and just sit, listening to the hiss of drops on the porch roof overhead, and the gurgle of rainwater pouring down the gutters. When people come over, it's the place I like best to have them sit when we visit.
What's your favorite sanctuary in your home?
I live in a big ol' South Minneapolis home (built in 1916? 1918?) with a front porch, and lord, I love it. There were screens, a number of years ago, but they blew out in a windstorm and we've never gotten them replaced. I don't miss them too much. There's a huge overgrown evergreen bush-type thing, which stands at the southwestern corner of the house, and it provides a most satisfactory screening of shade until the very late afternoon. I clean off the furniture in April, right after we finish our taxes, and that, for me, is the marker of the real beginning of spring. All summer long, I eat my breakfast out on the porch most mornings and read the paper there, at the glass-topped table. We live in the sort of neighborhood that has sidewalks, unlike the suburbs, and so I can keep an eye out for kids playing in the yard and neighbors walking by. There's an overhead light so I can read out there at night if I like. I love summer night thunderstorms out on the front porch: I turn the light out for those and just sit, listening to the hiss of drops on the porch roof overhead, and the gurgle of rainwater pouring down the gutters. When people come over, it's the place I like best to have them sit when we visit.
What's your favorite sanctuary in your home?