ok, so yesterday afternoon i jotted down this blog in ink on actual paper.......
i sometimes forget that our bedroom is yellow. the color is not noticable in the dusty gloom of a southfacing winter morn......nor in the overriding glow of the occasional winter sunset...i only notice the tsucan gold tones when i am reading on the lowseat positioned in front of the window...and attention to details of color are brief at best.....the if-only's take over......gentle readers who have ever built or rennovated will recognize this sentiment....the melancholy of wishing that this bedroom window were just 6 inches lower...just enough so i could see the creek below as i sip my dry wine and read on a dulcit sunday afternoon.....nevermind that making time to read ona sunday is a scant pleasure......and the expense of moving a window for the prospect of a a better......prospect....... would seem outrageous to even the most doting of spouses....if i were so silly as to bring it up......
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