FROM WHERE I SIT -- NO. 3

This is rather boring, isn't it? I'm getting bored with this room, anyway. This is an optical illusion of sorts in that there is a door-sized mirror on the wall which reflects the door and provides a view not visible from inside the house. From where I sit I can see the sunset, if there is one. It is supposed to reflect light, as well. There are a lot of raindrops on the door today.

This was the front door but is never used now. (The kitchen door is it. We are slobs.) The stairs went straight up from there although there was a tiny room, just the right size for a coffin or a visit from the priest. Our sitting room was once the main bedroom. There were no such things as sitting or dining rooms. There was only a kitchen and bedrooms.

For all that, not many people we know have a sitting room even now. They have a dining room if the kitchen is not large enough and that's where television sets are kept.

The kist is 16th Century Scottish and it is full of junk. (The word kist comes from the old Norse word, kista, and means a large coffer or trunk.) The bit of red chair is the same one as in yesterday's pic, the wooden chair is Victorian reproduction Regency. There is a bit of a Scottish salt box sitting on a table. It hides a light switch and wires snaking down from it to connect the television set, the black bit on the wall to the right.

You can see the persimmon tree through the door. It is just beyond the herb garden. Beyond the tree is a sheer drop to the road. The house is built right up against the hill , sits on an outcropping of rock in an otherwise geologically unstable area subject to earthquakes.