My house is a very very very nice house
But does not have two cats in the yard. In fact there are many cats in the yard because a neighbour, Christian the German, rescued a bag of cats from some untold fate. For some reason we find ourselves with less rats and mice...
But here are some pictures of my place. I realized that I have not yet posted anything of the sort. We have a beautiful house. It begins to feel like home. A wonderful release upon opening the door coming back from a weekend away. As if the light spilling into the room with the opening of a door reflects me spilling and splaying. Weights released and shoulders dropped in relief.
The first - our sitting room. I give two angles. The first shows the book case and the openness towards the front of the house (you can see the TV lurking in the far corner). The wonderful refreshing-nap-providing hammock is peeking around the corner The second shows what may be my favourite feature of the house - the open cinderblock wall to the kitchen. We have tea lights in the openings that can be lit on meditative evenings or to create a wonderful warm flowingly flickering atmosphere. The stairs lead up to the bedrooms. The living room has a double story ceiling where there is a slat of translouscent fibreglass in place of the tin to create a skylight.
This next picture is of the dining room table. Used for dinner parties, but more regularly is the work station of the house, as can be seen by the mess, the computer, and more importantly, the modem. Pretty penny was that one. Our bikes are behind, baskets 'n all. Baskets come in quite handy here. Tennis rackets also peek out from beside the front door. The entrance room is also double-story-ceilinged and looked down upon by a landing that frequently displays underwear and other recently washed (or sweatsoaked) fabrics.
Ah, the kitchen. Normally the most used part of my place of residence, but not here. I haven't cooked much (gasp!). Its cheaper to eat street food, and its pretty good. But more importantly, I haven't had much of a drive to cook for some odd reason. Very odd to me. It feels odd when I think about it, but not when I don't.
And lastly my bedroom. Beautiful lighting. This morning I was sitting at my desk marking students' journals (seen in the picture) with the light shining in, Kings of Convenience pitter-pattering my ears, and the breeze brushing my face. The lava lava (sarong) hanging beside my bed is wonderfully cool, post-shower. With mosquito net down I have my own little palace with only a small stone and a massaging cell phone alarm to keep me company.
So that is my place. It is very nice. We are one of the only houses on the guesthouse stretch that does not flood in a rain, which is very nice. The openness is wonderful, beautiful, and beautifully wonderful. And airflow is great, also in part to the sloped ceiling and fans.
Lovely.
Mark.
But here are some pictures of my place. I realized that I have not yet posted anything of the sort. We have a beautiful house. It begins to feel like home. A wonderful release upon opening the door coming back from a weekend away. As if the light spilling into the room with the opening of a door reflects me spilling and splaying. Weights released and shoulders dropped in relief.
The first - our sitting room. I give two angles. The first shows the book case and the openness towards the front of the house (you can see the TV lurking in the far corner). The wonderful refreshing-nap-providing hammock is peeking around the corner The second shows what may be my favourite feature of the house - the open cinderblock wall to the kitchen. We have tea lights in the openings that can be lit on meditative evenings or to create a wonderful warm flowingly flickering atmosphere. The stairs lead up to the bedrooms. The living room has a double story ceiling where there is a slat of translouscent fibreglass in place of the tin to create a skylight.
This next picture is of the dining room table. Used for dinner parties, but more regularly is the work station of the house, as can be seen by the mess, the computer, and more importantly, the modem. Pretty penny was that one. Our bikes are behind, baskets 'n all. Baskets come in quite handy here. Tennis rackets also peek out from beside the front door. The entrance room is also double-story-ceilinged and looked down upon by a landing that frequently displays underwear and other recently washed (or sweatsoaked) fabrics.
Ah, the kitchen. Normally the most used part of my place of residence, but not here. I haven't cooked much (gasp!). Its cheaper to eat street food, and its pretty good. But more importantly, I haven't had much of a drive to cook for some odd reason. Very odd to me. It feels odd when I think about it, but not when I don't.
And lastly my bedroom. Beautiful lighting. This morning I was sitting at my desk marking students' journals (seen in the picture) with the light shining in, Kings of Convenience pitter-pattering my ears, and the breeze brushing my face. The lava lava (sarong) hanging beside my bed is wonderfully cool, post-shower. With mosquito net down I have my own little palace with only a small stone and a massaging cell phone alarm to keep me company.
So that is my place. It is very nice. We are one of the only houses on the guesthouse stretch that does not flood in a rain, which is very nice. The openness is wonderful, beautiful, and beautifully wonderful. And airflow is great, also in part to the sloped ceiling and fans.
Lovely.
Mark.
posted by Mark Dalgarno at 19:24
5 Comments:
Mark,
Great pictures, and very nice Beatles reference (I think). One gets a great sense of the house from the angles you have taken - your bed looks quite austere yet somehow comfortable!
I was debating on whether or not to correct your blog title. Because really I don't think CSN and Y are all that into anal retentive lyric recitations, but then when Andy put in that bit about the Beatles, I couldn't help myself. But yours is a very very very fine house. It's beautiful. And I'm so happy it is a home too. Hope all is well kiddo!
oh, so it's not the beatles? whoops.
Ah yes, I did forget one of the "very"'s thank you Blair. I will make the correction post-haste. And thank you Andy for your comments. It is quite comfortable, I must say.
I didn't know people were reading this, let alone leaving comments. I just stumbled upon these.
Cool.
It's a Crosby Still and Nash song. Interesting try with the Beatles. I guess 40 years on everything sounds like the Beatles ... unless you were there. It's the harmonies that differ.
Life used to be so hard! And now for you, Mark it looks lovely indeed. Thanks for the photos. I love the tropical bedroom, the bed with no top cover telling all. The mosquito net, when down, gives the allusion of cover and that is all one needs in the tropically heated night. Avis
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