%*#& Is Where the Heart Is

Thanks to Cousin Lori for the sampler!

An unexpected repair to my house has me feeling grumpy. Okay, more than grumpy. Exponentially grumpy. So grumpy that I've been feeling that I don't love my house anymore. My house has betrayed me. My house makes me think I'll never trust it again. The house is a bad marriage, and I want out.

That was yesterday. Today the sun is up, the sky is blue and even though I haven't yet planted the red geraniums in the pot on the porch, it's looking like a red-geranium day. Tra la la la la la la. Pollyanna has come home at last!

I'll admit to being a bit of an optimist. Or a hopeful-ist (though some would say delusionist.) And I've never been one to blame a messenger. So I got to thinking about all the things I love about my house. Things which, despite my momentary despair, were all still true when the sun blared up over the hilltops this morning--

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                                       THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY HOUSE:

 LOTS OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS       TALL ENOUGH FOR A GIRAFFE                  COOL RAILINGS

PARAMECIUM-SHAPED SPOT ON TILE      ROOM FOR ALL MY JUNK          WEIRDLY REFLECTIVE DOORBELL

                                          But what I love best about my house is that
                                                       KOBI LOVES IT, TOO!

And if you feel as if you need a little Pollyanna in your life today, check out these videos: