Front Porch Indiana: Stormy Weather

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Stormy Weather

Stranded up north by the storms. It's deathly quiet up here. No cat pawing under the door, dogs barking at squirrels or kids pounding on things. No projects waiting for attention.

Is this how normal people live?

Kinda creepy.

2 comments:

LRC said...: I'm sorry, I need a definition of *normal people*. I don't seem to understand that statement;)Do I know any of those?; August 25, 2007 at 2:29 PM
Renee said...: Well it's not how WE live. Take that for what it is worth. Enjoy quiet time.; August 25, 2007 at 9:09 PM

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