I just realized something about myself. I love, love, love being outdoors. Just being out of the house.
We recently had a huge deck put in on the back of the house. It’s the full length of the house and 12 feet wide and it has a lattice cover on it with a railing all around. It’s as big as two big rooms. I put a six-chair black wrought iron table out on it; a double rocker and a nine-foot hammock. I’m out there everyday for hours at a time… just swinging in my hammock with my two little doggies.
I’m just loving it!!
Now I finally know why. It’s because nothing bad happened to me when I was outside. All the abuse and horror happened…
inside the house!!!
Is there anybody else out there in blog-world
who has this same sensation?