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Monday evening, and I am able to sit outside for the first time this year. The temperature isn't warm, by any stretch of the imagination, but it is nice enough that I can sit on the balcony.  Well, right now I am not so much sitting as getting up and down trying to get the hound used to the fact that I am outside and she is inside.  Which is made harder by the fact that I actually have my laptop on my lap here in my nifty little folding chair (most comfortable folding chair ever, I might add).  

My nifty chair is positioned so that I can sit and see south, with a little bit of west thrown in for good measure.  I can imagine that once the trees across the street are green again, the view will be even better.   I like to be able to look over the rooftops, so I am glad I didn' take an apartment on a lower floor.  The balcony itself is actually quite nice, with a glass railing and frosted glass privacy walls in between units so that we can maximize the sunlight here.  

I am having fun trying to picture what it will be like in the summer.  I already have my eye on a little shrubbery, and am really looking forward to putting a cafe style table and chair set out here for the summer.  Oooh!!  Maybe even a barbeque!!  I love to eat meals outside :) I also love to WORK outside, so that is going to be a huge bonus for me.  Can you imagine!?!  Wheee!!  I have visions of flower pots galore (it is a pretty large balcony, so I can put a lot of them out here). 

(side note - hands are getting cold - moving inside now)

Where was I ... oh ya.  With the flowers.  I love flowers!! The rooftop balcony at the other apartment was nice, but it certainly had its drawbacks.  Here, I will have a space to myself.  Wait.  I need to repeat that.  A space to myself.  I can design it, sculpt it, change it.  Yippee!!!

It is nice to be at home, not just "the apartment I live in".  When I was outside looking in (physically, not metaphorically), I saw my stuff and it was comforting.  Not because of the materialistic factor, but because my stuff is constant.  Barring my ability to put somthing down and forget where with the speed at which an elf arrow flies*, I know where things are.  And it is all my stuff.  I make the choice what is here and what is not.  This is a huge comfort after a period of such crappy uncertainty; a sense of control in an out of control kinda world.  It's nice to wake up to the same things day after day.  I am sure it will get old after a while, but the best part is that when it does, I can decide what to change and then change it.  Wheeee!!!  

Ahh (contented sigh).  Life is pretty freakin good.  Right now at this particular moment, everything is peachy.  Just pray I don't run out of Kleenex again. 

* that was for you Podgy :)