Hermit me
I could totally be a hermit.
Seriously, I could.
I'd have a nice little cabin in Northern Vermont. The back portion of the cabin would be this huge picture window over looking the vegetable garden in the back. Southern exposure of course. It would have a cold cellar the size of the house above in order to store daily supplies and the foodstuff grown throughout the warmer months.
The main portion of the cabin would, of course, be an open space. That way I could see the fireplace while sitting at the counter in the kitchen. The bedroom would be located in a loft overhead, and accessible by ladder only. Or the outside window if you were feeling monkey-like that day.
I'd have a stocked writing desk with a comfy and ergonomic chair that would never, EVER give me back aches. Yes, I'd have a laptop with the world's most sophisticated wi-fi system EVAH! 'Cause I may be a hermit, but I need my internet man! Too the left of the fireplace, by the loft ladder, would be a drafting table.
I'd make sure to keep my camera and wildlife watching equipment by the big ol' picture window, so that I could take photos of all the purty creatures that come round and tear up my garden on a bi-daily basis.
Then I would write articles about them for National Geographic at my awesome writing desk.
I'd go fishing with my Newfoundland as often as possible. And when we'd come back to the cabin the cat would chastise us for tracking mud on the floor. And then we'd dry off in front of the fireplace. *sigh*
The only concession I would need to make to this "hermit" lifestyle? I'd sorta need to have my honey there with me. That way we could cuddle by the fire too, enjoying our home made potato bread and raspberry preserves. Which I guess wouldn't make it so hermit-like after all...
Then if HE was there, his twin is bound to show. Kids and wife in tow. Along with every other member of his immediate family. Then MY family would want to know why they couldn't come over. And before you know it my lovely little cabin in the woods has turned into this great big old COMMUNE! And every one is eating my damn preserves!!!!
GAH!!!
I think I need to get away.
Seriously, I could.
I'd have a nice little cabin in Northern Vermont. The back portion of the cabin would be this huge picture window over looking the vegetable garden in the back. Southern exposure of course. It would have a cold cellar the size of the house above in order to store daily supplies and the foodstuff grown throughout the warmer months.
The main portion of the cabin would, of course, be an open space. That way I could see the fireplace while sitting at the counter in the kitchen. The bedroom would be located in a loft overhead, and accessible by ladder only. Or the outside window if you were feeling monkey-like that day.
I'd have a stocked writing desk with a comfy and ergonomic chair that would never, EVER give me back aches. Yes, I'd have a laptop with the world's most sophisticated wi-fi system EVAH! 'Cause I may be a hermit, but I need my internet man! Too the left of the fireplace, by the loft ladder, would be a drafting table.
I'd make sure to keep my camera and wildlife watching equipment by the big ol' picture window, so that I could take photos of all the purty creatures that come round and tear up my garden on a bi-daily basis.
Then I would write articles about them for National Geographic at my awesome writing desk.
I'd go fishing with my Newfoundland as often as possible. And when we'd come back to the cabin the cat would chastise us for tracking mud on the floor. And then we'd dry off in front of the fireplace. *sigh*
The only concession I would need to make to this "hermit" lifestyle? I'd sorta need to have my honey there with me. That way we could cuddle by the fire too, enjoying our home made potato bread and raspberry preserves. Which I guess wouldn't make it so hermit-like after all...
Then if HE was there, his twin is bound to show. Kids and wife in tow. Along with every other member of his immediate family. Then MY family would want to know why they couldn't come over. And before you know it my lovely little cabin in the woods has turned into this great big old COMMUNE! And every one is eating my damn preserves!!!!
GAH!!!
I think I need to get away.