Election Diary: We’re Here. Morning (part one)

This morning, I’m at the kitchen table. Planning to spend the day working on physical maintenance at the little house. Of course, that does not exclude radio or TV. I’ll have one or the other going all the time. I suppose I could resist the temptation to obsess over the election today, but I won’t.

It’s either Christmas morning or the day we get the terminal diagnosis. There really is no in-between. The kitchen at the loft is kind of a jumble but we live at the loft. No one is coming into my kitchen. Yes, it needs to be clean but tidiness is entirely optional so I’m opting for jumble.

The house is another matter. The front door to the apartment at the little house leads directly into the kitchen. Honestly, you learn a lot from the floor plan in any regional area. In New England houses built before the 1980’s, entering through the kitchen is common. It is also common to have the bathroom built directly off the kitchen. In the little house, the stove is beside the bathroom door. I’m not kidding, I wish I was.

I still find New England floor plans and the attending attitudes to privacy to be pretty shocking. I’m still resistant to all of it. A typical New Englander doesn’t seem to believe in privacy at all. If they’re in your house, they expect you to be an open book. I think that’s because people come into your house through the most private areas. It’s entirely possible that someone will need to take a crap within earshot of the kitchen. I didn’t like much about the West Coast but…