A Quiet Evening

Don't know why I never thought of this before, but recent evenings when the weather is decent, I've taken to retiring to the garage, which is attached right onto the house. Open both the automatic garage doors. Encourage air flow by opening the door over on the other side of the garage.

And then I settle down out there in a lawn chair, with another chair at my side as a sort of "coffee table." Equipped with a bottle of Spring Grove black cherry soda, and a magazine or two. And with the old boom box cranked up and tuned to 95.7 the Rock. Yeah, the old boom box from the early 90s, the one that looks as though it's lifted bodily from the control panels in the cockpit of an airliner.

And then I just sit there, relaxing and reading, and watching the occasional pickup truck or farm machinery going by.

Don't know why the idea of doing this never occurred to me before in all these years.