• Mental Horizons,  Writing

    Old Cabins and Old Books

    I like rain on a tin roof, or the outside of a sailboat, until it becomes a deluge. We’ve been living with the constant rain for a week now and the toddler and I both have cabin fever. Geoff just works and the dog sneaks outside regularly to get muddy. And I’m not talking drizzle, either. It’s a constant, pounding downpour that makes it hard to hear the person I’m trying to talk to for work or what Skye is doing in the next room. For the summer, we are spending some time at my family’s mountain cabin. This cabin was bought by my family in the early 1900s as…