I have been dropping strawberry whoppers down the stairs. Just to see how high they bounce and how far they roll. It's deliciously fun. The idea was actually inspired by a dream I had where a burglar was standing at the bottom of the stairs and I was above the stairwell, looking over. I started laughing and dropping whoppers on his head.
Those, apparently, are my survival skills.
At any rate it's a gorgeously fun morning. I am drifting from room to room in a sarong I have tied around my neck. I run up the stairs, I run down. I sit at the top and grin.
I love this new house.
I think it's the best place I have ever lived.
The mojo here is . a m a z i n g .
I suppose I ought to get back to painting.
*heads towards the stairs with a grin*