Winning Streak
This entry was posted on 7/3/2006 7:14 PM and is filed under blather.
I've been drinking wine and I forgot how to spell my password, so it took a while to get on here.
This is about the fourth night in a row that is absolutely perfect. Not too hot, not sticky, no clouds, just a perfect pink, long, drawn out sunset.
Six years ago we built a beautiful, huge deck in our backyard. I love it. It's big enough to have three separate parties at once, or all the relatives. We've done that several times. The thing is, we live on a hill overlooking a park. We're on the east side of the park and that means that the most beautiful sunsets on earth are taking place in the front yard, while we party in the back.
This is nuts.
So, Jay has plans to build a patio in the front yard so that we can take time out from rolicking around on the back deck to watch the spectacular sunsets in the front, in comfort. Plus, the backyard used to be really shady but we lost our silver oak in a storm three years ago. The huge deck had been built around this gorgeous tree. We always meant to hang lights from the tree, but it fell over before we could. We do, however, have two big trees in the front yard. The older I get, the more I love shade.
We were sitting in the front yard two nights ago, drinking wine, watching the sunset and listening to Elton John on the ipod dock when Jay broke his new plan to me.
"Instead of a patio, why not just dig out the grass and fill it with sand and stop there? We could have a beach in our front yard."
"A beach."
"Yeah. The sunsets here are better than the ones we've seen in Florida, all we need is a beach, and it would be a lot easier than a patio. And cheaper."
Damn, he knows how to get me.
"What about the neighborhood cats?"
"I'll kill them all."
"Really."
"I'll clean up the cat poo. I want to stick my feet in the sand while the sun sets."
He actually wants to dig up the front yard and replace it with sand.
"Honey, you want to build a beach in the front yard, you go right ahead." I conceded. "But I still want pots of flowers everywhere."
He knows what "Honey" means.