Tuesday, March 11, 2008

A tale of three porches

This is my porch as of a week ago. I was waiting for the guys with the truck to come by and haul off the furniture and take it to one of the local church rummage sales.

There's a wicker computer hutch and chair, a teak "executive" desk, a mahogany bar, and some other shit you can't see.

Also a TON of air conditioners that I was Freecycling.

I managed to get rid of it all, except the ancient desktop computer and printer.

In order to get rid of them, I actually have to pack them into my van and drive them away myself. But I was encouraged enough to put the porch furniture back where it belongs. Yeah, there were these old bicycle helmets and this shmancy bathroom mirror that my husband managed to step on and break that needs to be repaired. But there was definitely a lot of progress.

And then they called and said they would be here on Monday to start installing the air conditioning. And here they are.


  1. Ooh, sorry about the new mess. Hopefully it will be gone soon.

  2. Wait a minute. That's not a PORCH. That's a SUNROOM.

    You Yankees and your wacky bass-ackwards terminology. GEEZ.

  3. Badger: No way! It's the area between the front steps and the front door. It used to be open, but a previous owner added screens and storm windows.

    But it's not heated. And in a part of the world where people heat their garages, that means it can't be an actual room.

    Anyway, we have a sunroom. It's the little room off the living room where I grow moss and bleach endive. Because in the 90 years since the house was built, the trees have gotten so big that our sunroom is more like a mausoleum.

    Also, if you look at the pictures of MY PORCH, you can see the mail slot. Where the mailman drops my mail, and I go out my front door ONTO MY PORCH and get it.

  4. If it has windows, it is NOT A PORCH. I will not be swayed on this, yo.

    But you go ahead and call it whatever you want. Bless your heart.

  5. FINE.

    Sit there in Texas and get eaten alive by mosquitoes, instead of getting smart and installing a few screens.

    Now excuse me; I have to go add sugar to my cornbread.


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