What is the hardest part of living small?
The inability to entertain.
We tend to be a little bit social, not huge social butterflies or the next great hostess-with-the-mostess, but we do like to have friends over, even just for coffee. It’s impossible. Our space is so cluttered and crowded, there is no where for them to sit, and I’m not even sure there is enough oxygen in here for an extra person. Add in Sissy’s yapping and Reddog’s occupation of floor space, and it isn’t even a pipe dream. In that case, a third person becomes a logistic nightmare.
The only potential solution is outdoors, which is fine in favorable weather. But…it’s WINTER now. We may live on the Gulf Coast, but even here, it’s not always charming to sit outside. Like today. The skies are clear and sunny, I’m sure the temperatures are quite moderate, but…
The wind is howling like it thinks we’re having a blizzard. If it wasn’t nailed down, I had to go retrieve it from the edge of the woods. I was going to do some cooking outside today, and we’d planned on going fishing with another couple.
Those plans blew away too.
No way am I getting on a boat and heading out into the water with wind like this, we’d spend the entire day soaking wet and freezing. I like fishing, but fishing like that is an endurance test, not a fun expedition. Instead, I’m much more interested in staying home.
That is the other thing. We are somewhat outdoorsy people, and the outdoors is used as part of our living space, actually. But, when the weather is bad, we’re stuck indoors. What then?
We’re cramped, too many days in a row, we’re cranky too. It tests our patience, tolerance, and cooperation skills. Heck, by the third day, it is a relationship test too. At day 134, ours is surviving just fine. It’s made me realize that the space station must be a really fascinating place about the same point, and they DON’T get to hang outside for a while to cool off.