My life in the little house, in the summer, reminds me of camping out. Right now I am sitting here; it's early morning. I have the door open and it is raining out the high humidity. The cats have had their breakfast and just ran under Mike's truck for cover from a downpour.
I think about the fact that it is only a thin skin of four walls and a roof and a slab floor that separate me from the outdoors. I have been spending alot of time sitting outside in my nice birthday gift lawn chair when the house is too hot. At night I have sat out and tipped my head back and looked at the stars.
Winnie hops up into my lap and tips her head back too.
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