Far From You

Dear house,

Here I sit, on the bank of the Mon and Allegheny confluence. I should
be working on my Wu taiji, I should be paddling about these waters as
I'd been planning all morning, I should be working on plans for
getting you shipshape for your next family.

But, no, instead I sit here listening to the minimalist waves lap the shore, watch the mallards stand and flap and preen, watch vehicular traffic make use of the wonderful Pittsburgh bridges, view Hilton, Highmark, Ariba, UPMC, PNC, United Steelworkers and Federated adorn the tops of relatve skyscrapers, and dream of ways to get out on that wonderful water without putting more rotomolded plastic or form-fitted fiberglass where it doesn't belong.

Latis just cruised by, a 30-foot cruiser, but she's not the answer. I know the answer lies somewhere between my brain and the water ... I've just gotta find that middle ground.

..owner.

A Skyline View I'm Not Graced With...

...But I love my environs, nonetheless.

Are you happy where your foundation sits? I don't talk to a lot of other houses, but my foundation has been pretty well settled for about the last century, and I'm happy to sit on the side of this hill, looking down upon a valley of other houses and a local rail line.

Much like Thomas the Tank Engine and his co-horts, a troup of five switcher engines pull coal cars up and down that rail line several times a day.

Just as the kids of Our Gang ran around playing games, hooting and hollering, kids play around me, year in and year out.

Time lapse photography shows us how action continues around immovable objects - snow falls and melts, leaves bud, leaf out, brown and fall, and humans eat, sleep, love and wash laundry through my rooms...

...and still I remain. Looking not out upon the wonderful skyline of the city that sits just fourteen miles West of me, but upon the people, animals and plants who live around me.

..HF.