Spent another rainy day exploring the catacombs beneath the basement. An advantage to having a house on the back of a hill? Miles of winding hallways filled with family relics. Once they’re cleaned up, I’ll share them with all of you.
As you’ve undoubtedly surmised, my family is far-flung and fantastically eccentric. The objects and detritus they leave in their wake is both puzzling and delightful. And it makes this house seem full even though I am the only one of the family still living here.
Which suits me just fine. I find their objects d’odd much easier to live with than my family members.
I took a tea break on the front porch. This cold rain is bringing something ominous with it, though I can not say what.