we have a break in between guests at thompson place. The last couple that stayed left barely a trace. Wonderful guests. Five stars all the way. Anyway, it’s a lazy Sunday so while Steph is doing the sheets, I’m over here picking up sticks. Replaced a few burned out bulbs from the string lights up on the trees. Rains came and finally cooled things down. I’ve got the whole place to myself. chilling to some smooth jazz by Bill Evans. Whiskey drink set down by my side. reminiscing on how grounded my life is around this little ranch of ours. It’s like my identity and my friends and my children have all branched out from the roots of this here homestead Stephanie brought to the table. From moving in here together to our backyard wedding. From the countless renters and guests we’ve hosted to Julian’s epic grad party! 25 years we’ve owned this place. Longer even for Steph. The wonderful book by Shel Silverstein comes to mind. The Giving Tree. With this home being symbolic of the proverbial tree. And here I am now, getting older, wiser, frailer, just sitting here like a bump on a log.
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