Day Seventeen: Something you can't live without

This is going to sound cliche, but I can't live without shelter. If it's too hot outside, I want to be in the cool. If it's too cold, I want to be where it's warm. Too, I want to be in a place without bugs or dirt. I like shelter.

One of my favorite shelters harkens back again to Tallahassee (no wonder it's "my happy place"). My grandparents had a screened-in back porch that ran the length of their home. The screen was necessary considering the population of mosquitos in northern Florida (although it didn't deter the lizards from getting in). In the corner of the porch hung a wicker, egg-shaped swing chair, and above it hung a ceiling fan. One of my favorite parts of the day was to head out to that swing (on that porch), turn on the fan, and read. It was like being outside without the bugs and heat. I loved that porch.

I guess it really comes down to feeling comfortable. I can't really relax if I don't feel comfortable, and that comfort depends in large part to my shelter. This might be why I also have a love affair going with Greenie, my trusty Volvo....

John - Shower or being clean. All my life, I have greatly valued being clean. I do not like to feel grimy or sweaty so one of my favorite feelings is to get clean and be dry. Its funny though, as I was thinking about this, I remembered that when I was a kid and we would go camping with the scouts, I would always wash my hair even when it was freezing cold. I remember being on campouts and getting my head freezing cold and wet so I could wash and rinse my hair. So, I can honestly say that being clean is something that I cannot live without. I also could not live without Mommy but I thought I should come up with a different answer than Mommy for something I couldn't live without.

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