There’s no photo with today’s post. In a few sentences you’ll know why and be relieved. I was telling this story recently and thought it should be enjoyed by a larger audience than just my mom and Brian.
There’s a room in our house who’s large (remember large) window is at street level facing our busy (remember busy) neighborhood street. One night when Wyatt was about a year and a half old we took our shower before bed as usual. For reasons that have escaped me I decided to blow dry my hair, which I never do at night. So Wyatt’s toddling around the room and I’m undressed and bending over (like yoga over) drying my hair, taking a really long time. All the lights are turned on. Very brightly. And, I remember it being an exceptionally dark night outside. You’re laughing already because who has a hairstyle these days that requires the upside down action? So I finish up, smile and say hi to my lovely little son whose leaving the room, and then I turn around.
And I’m looking out a window that has had it’s plantation shutters pulled wide open at some point (probably at the very beginning of the blow dry) while I was bending over, for all the world to see.
So for all of you that slow down even a little while night driving because it’s fun to see into houses at night…
Watch out when you drive by mine (or at least honk and give me a thumbs up)!