When I pulled out my laptop this morning to write a new post, my dog’s ears went back. “Not enough lap for both me and that thing,” his face says. So here’s another reason to have a dog, especially a lap dog, they divert you from being on a laptop all day. Not that I am anymore. Lately it’s the iPad, but I forgot to set it on recharge last night and this morning I was forced to pick up a “paper” newspaper.
David reads two paper papers everyday. I read the electronic versions. I read the Sunday paper-paper, however, because I like the Opinion and book review sections. The dog doesn’t like the newspaper either, it tickles his ears when I turn a page. Soon he is off my lap and under my chair and I feel guilty.
A funny thing happened when I stepped out the front door this morning to drop plastic stuff in the recycle bin…the door handle fell off the storm door. For thirty-three years, I have been bugging David to have the storm door replaced. David immediately dropped all plans for grocery shopping and dashed to one of the remaining small hardware stores in our county where he found a new door handle which he is now installing. He loves the hardware store which doubles as a nursery in the warmer months.
I love hardware stores also. I spent many hours in them with my Dad when I was growing up. In the 1950s, my parents bought an antebellum (built before the Civil War) farmhouse and spent a fortune refurbishing it and rebuilding it. Mom spent many happy hours visiting antique dealers and Dad spent hours restoring floors and other parts of the house. They fought a lot, both overworked and overstressed.
This old house wasn’t the first place where Dad built or renovated something and Mom turned it into a home. Although we moved many times, my parents always tried to make us comfortable. Dad had connections in the lumber industry, so he was able to acquire boards for almost any purpose and I was the proud “owner” of a succession of tree-forts and playhouses. The last one I gave up at age 15 when we moved again. It had running water and electricity and was really an old shack, but I loved it.
Today, I see the odd play house around our neighborhood, one or two in trees. So I know little children do have such things, despite iPad and cell phones.
My favorite Pirate crew (Richard and Jacob, Wendy and Sean), San Diego, October 2015