Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Porch & Roof & Door, Oh My!


Camilla inspects the cactus.

The cats and I usually sit on the front porch in the mornings. I read the newspaper and sip coffee. The cats usually lounge or prowl nearby.


A couple of weeks ago, I bought this wicker settee and two chairs ($100) at the Discovery Shop. Now I sit more elegantly than I used to. The cushions—still in good shape—came with the set.

The rocker to the left wasn't part of the purchase. A neighbor gave that to me.


The cushions—still in good shape—came with the set. Next week, I won't sit on the porch and read the paper. There'll be too much noise because we're getting a new roof installed. The shingles and other material arrived this morning.



The roof we currently have is the house's original 1978 roof. It has some unsightly places, like this mold over the garage:


Soon the old roof will be gone and a new roof will take its place. Speaking of old, I bought an old door yesterday. I'm not sure what I'll do with it.


Maybe I'll put a mirror where the window glass once was. I love the look of the door, though. It's already stripped and ready for staining, but I kind of like it like it is. Isn't the plate neat where the doorbell once was?


I think I loved this door because it might be on the old house that's in the novel I'm working on. But I love old things, anyhow. I wish it fit one of my doorways, but at 33 inches wide, it's not a standard size.

Who can say what this door has witnessed during its lifetime? And what happened to the house it was attached to? And the people who once lived in that house?

Everything has a story.
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6 Comments:

Blogger CountryDew said...

It is a nice old door. :-)

5:18 PM  
Anonymous Robyn said...

Oh, WOW, Becky!!! Love the door!
You KNOW my name goes on this one, right??!! :) What a find! Really beautiful!

9:12 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

Robyn, I figured you'd like this one. Got it at the consignment shop where you saw the blanket chest. It had only been out an hour when I stopped.

OK, your name's on this one.

9:38 PM  
Blogger Amy Hanek said...

I agree - I'm writing about a bridge this week...

5:16 PM  
Blogger Amy Tate said...

Oh I love that. You'll have to display it somewhere. Is that Jacie's front door? A ha! Callie sent you a sign!

1:06 PM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

I think it looks like the door that might be on the hundred-year-old Union Hall farmhouse in my novel. I can picture Jacie looking out that window.

Hmm. Maybe it is a sign that a door is opening for my book.

7:20 PM  

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