i should be in the shower. but instead, i'm sitting on the porch swing while my husband sits beside me and plays the guitar. he's singing and i'm butchering every song i attempt. it's a magnificent friday afternoon. and hot like summer although it's late in september. we've been painting at the latest house we're working on. i started a little work in the paper room at the studio today, but cut it short to take tom some lunch and help him paint. we are hot and sweaty and a bit covered in paint. but these moments on our back porch with a guitar and cats and edgar seem pretty idyllic. floyd is chasing the squirrels who are trying to bury crabapples. and tom keeps picking all my favorite ryan adams songs to play.
i hope the weekend is a wonderful one. for everyone.