Spinner, Weaver, Dreamer

Spinner, Weaver, Dreamer

Monday, 22 October 2012

Why I love my sunroom, and TV dinners

Today it has been snowing non-stop.  A real snow day.  Hades demands his Persephone now.  No dillydallying. An abrupt grab.
So I have been sitting in my sunroom, painted a nice cheerful  yellow, and with its own heating system providing some coziness on what looks like a full-fledged winter's day in October.  Now, the other place we had provided us with a screened porch- blessed relief from mosquitos and horseflies.  But this home gives me warmth and much more light and a cozy place to sit all winter long.  Which I love, even when winter provides only its dark light.
Now, there should be two yellow and brown chairs, but I am fond of my old slate-blue armchair, and so it remains for now.  It is still a good place to sit and read and drink a cup of tea.  (I have just finished a collection of stories by Edward P. Jones, called All Aunt Hagar's Children. Which I may blog about later.)
My blue chair would probably look better in my living room.  But the living room seems to have enough furniture, although I think it still needs a little bit of wow factor.  I just don't know.... it has a serene feel to it right now.


For supper tonight, nothing elaborate.  TV dinners.  Now, most people may equate the TV dinner with the meal of a lonely only.  Not so me.  Why, a TV dinner is an amazing meal.  The perfectly planned out meal, in perfect proportion, complete with a dessert.  There is something so satisfying in that.  Thank you to the home economic scientists, for developing such an amazing concept.  I always like to imagine that somewhere in the future, space travellers eat their  homely TV dinners.  That, and they are sipping their favourite Starbucks coffees whenever they want.

 The kitchen where the TV dinners are heated up.  Modern civilization. 







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