No Right Angles

When I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom here in our house in Chautauqua, I am reminded not only of how old I am but also that the house predates me by a century. There is not an even floor to be found.

The wacky angles and tilts everywhere remind me of a crazy house at the carnival. But what else would you expect from buildings constructed “circa 1879” as they all say on similar plaques. The door on our bedroom has to be locked with a hook so as not to constantly swing open.

When I am half asleep it is definitely a challenge to wend my way across the hall to the bathroom and keep my balance. This is where my PT balance exercises and all those tree poses in yoga come in handy. I’m much better than I used to be. But it is interesting how much more obvious the unevenness is when it is dark.

Today the rain looks like it is here to stay. My biggest decision is whether I put on my poncho and ride my bike over to cabin #61 or if I just walk with an umbrella. I always prefer biking when it’s an option.

Here are some shots from our front and side porches. The lovely yellow house is the house across the street where the stranger lived.