A nice little thunder shower moved through Fort Smith this morning. It’s cloudy and 75. Perfect porch sittin’ weather.
I remember my Papaw doing more than his fair share of front porch sittin on rainy afternoons. He didn’t need anything but a pack of cigarettes and a cup of Sanka. Well, and the view over his 40 acres on Mount Carmel.
These days, I’ve got a cup of coffee brewed by one of those fancy disc brewers.
I’ve got a laptop with lots of porch songs on my itunes. And a dog and his cat to keep me company.
Oh, and a good book about the guy who imagined what kind of place was befitting a nation’s home city.
Let the thunder roll. It’s a great day for front porch sittin.
The porch pastime of whittling has morphed to the porch pastime of blogging. My front porch is barely big enough to stand on with a cup of coffee in-hand. My back patio has plenty of room for cheap plastic table & chairs with a ceiling fan overhead to keep the lil’ fliers from dining with me (or on me, as the case may be). My plastic table holds the morning’s Times Record, laptop, large-enough-to-minimize-refill-trips cup of coffee, and a two-pack of Little Debbie Nutty Bars. Step 1 is read the paper. Step 2 is email city directors, Tom Manskey or other Important People about what I read. Then I sit back and gaze out across the vastness of my 20 feet of back yard that ends abruptly at a six-foot privacy fence.
Didja’ notice I left out the part about how much I love weather like we’re having this morning? You’ll never see me talk about how much I love weather like we’re having this morning.
LOL. Well, I read the paper, too. Moose and I took a stroll. Well, he takes several strolls in the course of a porch sittin session. Occasionally, it’s a full-fledged RUN across the yard. Those poor squirrels and rabbits… 🙂