More observations about my house

A hand-crank pencil sharpener is bolted to the window frame on the second landing of the back stairs.

I noticed that some parts of the window make views fuzzier than others. The window panes are made of blown glass! An old-school house for sure. But not an old schoolhouse, despite the writing implement accessories.

The view out of the kitchen window is entirely of leaves, out of the living room is of rooftops. Probably that lends to the tree house feeling up here.

Showering at 10 on a Sunday morning will allow you to hear the choir next door. Surreal, to be naked and simultaneously serenaded by hymns.

That the exterior of the house is beige still surprises me sometimes.