Yesterday Sioux and Aidan kidnapped me. We went to a kid’s play at the Weston Playhouse with Jerry and Roger, then back to their cabin to spend the night.
Their cabin is mere feet from the Utley Brook. Roger built a screened-in porch, and there’s a futon couch on it. Guess who went to sleep last night, under at least five blankets, to the sound of the stream?
This is not something I got to do in my childhood. It’s part of the childhood I wish I’d had.
And I finally got to see about a quarter of Roger’s 365 portraits. Yum.
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Did you have to get up at 3 am to pee? (asks the unromantic, practical one...)
That is lovely.
I'm quite lucky in that the sound of running water seems to have no effect on my bladder.
Which doesn't mean I don't get up at 3 am to pee sometimes. It just doesn't have anything to do with what I'm hearing.
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