That's not very ladylike.

Home sweet floating home.

My backyard.

All Frank wants to do is lay in bed with me and watch the boats go by. I’m not putting up much of a fight.

Composting at the floating house.

Currently at the floating house.

Frank isn’t nearly as impressed with the view from my bed as I am. #homesweetfloatinghome

Nothing is as lovely as the reflection of the water on the ceiling.

The view from my couch is perfect today. Lazy Sunday alone at the floating house. Why do I ever bother leaving?

Fog on the water that is my backyard means waking up to the sweet constant blow of a fog horn. It’s beyond perfect.

Good morning it is. #homesweetfloatinghome (at Sauvie Island)

The view from my bedroom balcony isn’t half bad today. Beers are calling from the Dock of the Gay.

The tea fairy has paid me a visit and she has built a fire, is making soup, and is baking Christmas cookies, all while she insists I lounge on the couch. She’s a good fairy.

ouryearofdisaster:

Only acceptable Monday morning activities.

I want to go back to yesterday on my back dock with my favorite people.

(Source: rosecityloveandsqualor)

And now this. Life is good.