there is that
Our family room is behind our main garage. The garage addition is nearly nearly done. It lacks siding, but it parks cars just the same. It is strange yet nice to come home to wonder who is home. You used to be able to count the cars and have a pretty good guess.
While driving home from dinner Friday night (the smoking ban cannot start too soon), we turned into he dark driveway, pushed the button on the garage door opener and pulled into the garage itself. Henry must have thought we were going a bit too fast because he said whoa. Or maybe he was taming imaginary horses? My mom asked him where we would go if we went through the back of the garage wall. And Henry said “dead.”
I guess winter hasn’t killed my spirit, yet, as that amused me. Even if I should have driven just a bit more slowly down the driveway.
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