i really admire dad's idea for the "fencing in" of the back yard. it accomplishes what he wanted: a little privacy without closing off the yard completely. it's a unique design idea and looks and feels fitting.
on another note, how many visitors do you think there have been over the years that would use our bathroom in complete fear that someone was going to walk right in on them? it's funny to watch the entire routine they all go through:
Miscellaneous unknowing non-saxman: "Hey, where's your bathroom? Could I please use it?"
Any of us: "Sure! It's right over there, across from the bottom of the stairs."
Miscellaneous unknowing non-saxman: "Hey, thanks! I don't mean to be giving out too much information but my stomach has been making some rather peculiar noises. I think that McDonald's Apple Pie your dad gave me was a bit stale. I mean, I was a little hesitant to eat it, at first, because I thought that I saw him pull it out from under his seat in his red truck. "
Any of us: "No prob. Do what you gotta do. Don't worry about any of the 4 toddlers running in circles around the house, they won't bother you."
Miscellaneous unknowing non-saxman: (confused look on face) "Bother me? But how could they...? Hmm, whatever."
Then there is that precious 15 second period when you watch the person walk into the bathroom, find the light switch and flick it on and then swing the door closed behind them. WE all know what is happening on the other side of that hollow door; somebody has closed it and have moved on to the simple process of locking it. They begin by rotating the little locking tab, only to find that the tab...KEEPS TURNING. They fiddle around with it a few times and then either
a). accept this situation.
or
b). poke their head back outside the door and try the knob from the outside a few times before accepting this situation.
Either way, their fate is sealed. It is only fitting that after the 30 second-mark into their "bathroom duty," Ethan, as if he were being graded on his truancy, would, at full sprint, bust through the door for no apparent reason other than to wash his hands.
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i sometimes still get confused: on which side should hot & cold faucets traditionally be in a bathtub?
ReplyDeletei remember sneaking quietly into the bathroom (thanks to that securely locked door) with a pitcher of cold water to dump over the top of the shower curtain on the unsuspecting sibling. micah would sometimes get creative & pre-refridgerate icecube-filled concoctions like raw eggs, flour, cornmeal, milk, & other expired sludgy items commonly found pushed the back of the shelves
ReplyDeleteI remember when the ol' rubber band around the sink squirter trick came to an end. We pulled this one of mom every Thursday and someone left the rubber band in "armed" mode over night and sure enough the next person to turn on the fawcett was father dearest...he was mad. No one under the age of Jordan tried that trick again.
ReplyDeletethat rubber band prank must have come into vogue after i left for college...i don't remember this at all. tis a shame i never had it happen to me...surely i would have laughed uproariously and said 'well played' to all involved.
ReplyDeletei'm trying to think of why we named that one stray cat "hot-dog". oh yeah, nevermind.
ReplyDelete...also joel & i once had goldfish named sharky & whaley
ReplyDeleteremember tweety?
ReplyDeleteOnly you and I remember tweety. And the worms that ate his carcass when he was buried in the front right lawn under the roots of the shady oak tree at 508 Barksdale. That tree ain't there no mo'.
ReplyDeleteRemember Sarah and Moses and Abraham? I think they might have been our very first set of goldfish, but I could be wrong. And of course, with all of the good intentions in the world we each fed them every day, which inevitably (and quickly) killed them - death by overfeeding.