I've been patiently waiting for the sun to come down so that I can answer the delightful questions you posed at the end of a previous post. Good news - the sun has made its final descent, and your pictures have been taken.
When I wake up, this is the view that I have "behind the curtain".
That is a complete lie. When I wake up, the curtain is closed. Also, it is pitch black outside. Today I took the required 3 minutes of reaching as high as I can and attempting to move the heavy curtain to the side to discover that taking a picture was doubly impossible. Why? Well, the sun was taking its time (just as it did clocking out this evening) AND even after he showed up, *double whammy alert* his buddy condensation arrived to ensure I wouldn't get a picture until after work.
That is a complete lie. When I wake up, the curtain is closed. Also, it is pitch black outside. Today I took the required 3 minutes of reaching as high as I can and attempting to move the heavy curtain to the side to discover that taking a picture was doubly impossible. Why? Well, the sun was taking its time (just as it did clocking out this evening) AND even after he showed up, *double whammy alert* his buddy condensation arrived to ensure I wouldn't get a picture until after work.
See? Not getting much of a view through that. I would like to point out, however, that I am in luck. While there are burglar bars on the openable parts of the window, in case of a fire I am PRETTY sure I could get through the glass. That is a rare find in this completely barred up country.
And this is my long, long, dark walk. Just thought you should know that it's a good thing you raised me to be brave. Now if only you had raised me to know how to use a skeleton key without looking like a complete idiot...
It's okay though. I thank God for you every single day; you cannot imagine the horrible father stories I hear from nearly every person I meet here. Even though you aren't perfect (I mean, you didn't let me go out for ice cream in high school. With that guy. You know the one. Just think about how different my life would be now...), you did an incredible job of loving me. I can never thank you enough.
It's okay though. I thank God for you every single day; you cannot imagine the horrible father stories I hear from nearly every person I meet here. Even though you aren't perfect (I mean, you didn't let me go out for ice cream in high school. With that guy. You know the one. Just think about how different my life would be now...), you did an incredible job of loving me. I can never thank you enough.
To answer your other questions, the door behind the sofa leads into the back of a bookshelf. What? See the following picture series for reference:
You are pretty spatially aware, so I am sure that you see the simple box pattern here. The bookshelf blocks the door that directly enters the main house, but I can just walk through three other doors to get to the same place. Simple. Which also explains how I end up with squeaking balls, miniature purple cars, and Tendais in my bed. No lie.
What was your last question? Where is my heater? Dad, you raised me. How often am I cold? (Don't answer that). Regardless, I HATE being hot, and space heaters are evil. The majority of your body is freezing cold except for this one part of you that is about to catch fire. It's unpleasant. I do use one on my hands at work since my fingers are not typing functional when so cold, but at home I am a trooper. I get it from my mother. When you have pre-paid electricity, it is nearly impossible to not make minimal energy consumption into an all consuming game.
Mom would LOVE it.
I miss you a ton, and I'm really excited about getting to see you in 4 months. I expect to abuse your HVAC, high speed internet and left side driven vehicles, and I intend to consume all of your ice, brown sugar, and laughter. I want all of the laughs. I really can't wait.
Love,
Amy (your beloved daughter)
P.S. - Did you ever listen to this song? Because I still want your opinion.
What was your last question? Where is my heater? Dad, you raised me. How often am I cold? (Don't answer that). Regardless, I HATE being hot, and space heaters are evil. The majority of your body is freezing cold except for this one part of you that is about to catch fire. It's unpleasant. I do use one on my hands at work since my fingers are not typing functional when so cold, but at home I am a trooper. I get it from my mother. When you have pre-paid electricity, it is nearly impossible to not make minimal energy consumption into an all consuming game.
Mom would LOVE it.
I miss you a ton, and I'm really excited about getting to see you in 4 months. I expect to abuse your HVAC, high speed internet and left side driven vehicles, and I intend to consume all of your ice, brown sugar, and laughter. I want all of the laughs. I really can't wait.
Love,
Amy (your beloved daughter)
P.S. - Did you ever listen to this song? Because I still want your opinion.