Cubed

I have always been attracted to small spaces. Keep thinking I can live in my kids’ back yard from time to time! and my grandchildren will take it over when I’m not “home.”

It might be a granny thing. And as long as granny has a left foot, this little place would be a perfect fit!

It has a photovoltaic system and can produce all the energy it needs. It also raises 1,000 pounds per year in FiT income. Waste is either composted or drained away to a small reed-bed and soak-away (will have to find out about the soak away).

At first, I wondered about falling out of bed, but on watching the animated version, I see that it has some safety sides, sort of like Nicolas’ old bunk bed (which he did fly off of one time when he was about three in his SuperHero stage). That’s when I had to triple lock the doors out to the balcony — we lived on the seventh floor at the time. To find out more about the project, and to see photos, visit the cube’s site.

update: may 2018, even more stuff. now no worries about falling out of bed…

Easter 2011

Day before Good Friday, and my Christmas tree lights just blew out, so I put the Christmas tree in the closet and bought  a replacement.

resurrection of the easter tree

There’s something about little sparkling white lights that makes me happy. Maybe it’s because I’m a warm weather person and have spent so few winters in the north. So, for me, little white lights makes me think of snowflakes, or something like that. Anyway, I really did just take my christmas tree down.

Quick

What is the most fun thing you’ve ever done?

That’s a hard one to answer isn’t it?

Here are some of the things that come to my mind…

Riding my bike through puddles.

Pushing John Carter Scott into the pool, fully clothed.

Hiking up to Look Out Point.

Eating TWO hotdogs at  Bob’s.

Going to Colorado when I was 15.

Wandering around (anywhere, really).

That night in Philly, pitch black, in the deserted gardens, listening to the guys jump out and scare the daylights out of each other.

The boardwalk, when I was eight. Actually, the whole package .. going to Wildwood to see all the cousins.

Getting to go to the Beatles concert when I was 16 (but I didn’t know it at the time).

Riding Buttons at dawn in the fall with Cindy and Dad.

Shopping with Mom.

But, the very most fun? The very most? Greece. Trying to find Merlin’s well. Paris was quite an adventure… oh, yes. Vivaldi at Saint-Chapelle. Listening to Robert Bly was terrific… Dad making up stories was great… Pestering my little sisters was a treat… Oh, and Christmas and Halloween…

Staying in bed and lazing about. I love that, too…

and… skiing in powder.