in the attic
“There’s a light on in the attic.
Though the house is dark and shuttered,
I can see a flickerin’ flutter,
And I know what it’s about.
There’s a light on in the attic.
I can see it from the outside, And I know you’re on the inside
. . .lookin’ out.”– Shel Silverstein
There has been an awful lot of banging and stomping and strange smells coming from the attic lately. Husby has been hard at work up there, attempting to turn it into our new master bedroom. Teaball loves to go up and ‘help’ him as often as she can. To her, the attic is like some awesome amusement park, or a toy she seldom gets to play with. There isn’t really much up there for her amidst the storage boxes and building clutter. One would think she’d get tired of always being told not to touch this or that (and to keep her shoes on), but it doesn’t seem to faze her. I suppose she’ll really like it once it’s finished and warm!
She’s very excited about the prospect of moving into our old room – after it becomes her new big girl room – and giving the nursery to her new sibling (whom she still insists is a brother)
I’m pretty excited about it all, too!
Huginn, Muninn, and me 