Last night was like a real night in our house, except with the make-believe assumption that we are both avid collectors of used moving supplies. Jenelle got her hair colored after work (and now is looking like the cool teacher you were never lucky enough to have in your schedule) and when she got home we had stir fry and wine at the table and it was great.
After dinner we retired to the loft. This transition was exactly as I'd imagined: do the dishes, clean up, lock doors, adjust A/C, turn off lights, and head upstairs. It was quiet and comfortable up there, with our favorite things. We put the books that mean the most into shelves Bill made to our design. Ollie lay down on the rail, one leg hanging into the space below as if he were Huck Finn on the Mississippi, and surveyed the whole scene. We found Jerree Small and listened while we worked, and it just felt like the coziest, best place we could possibly be.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007