Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Its Really All Just Playing House
The illusion that I am living a childhood "playing house" fantasy is
reinforced by the fact our new digs are only sightly larger than an actual
play house. We haven't moved all of the furniture in yet ("furniture" is a bit of an overstatment. At this writing we have no chairs, no tables, no dressers and no couches. We do have two beds!) so it doesn't seem that cramped. The beautiful thing is that its all ours. When I clean the counter, no one else is going to spill on it. Only my food is in the fridge.
I spent some time in the kitchen today, just putzing around and admiring the white counters. It feels like a play kitchen because when people walk by the window you only see their legs, and standing at the sink, I can raise my arm and touch the ceiling. I could be under the kitchen table.
If only we had a kitchen table.