the actual house

The house itself is it's own character and deserves its own post. The house is old, anyone who has been there knows this. It is green-ish with a large porch that has white railings and a red floor. The windows are old wooden pulley windows, they sometimes lock sometimes don't. The door locks, with a key no matter whether you are on the inside or outside.

So the window that looks out onto the porch has an extension cord feeding though the bottom. The bright orange cord connects to the Christmas icicle lights that hang from the awning. This is one of the windows that doesn't lock and rarely even gets shut. If you're locked out, as Pete often misplaces his keys, you can climb through the window. Pete tried this and I think a passerby though he was breaking in. Either way, he got into the house and the person must have assumed he was a nice burglar.

I sat on the roof for the first time on Saturday, Josh told me mid brushing his teeth once that the guys liked to hang out on the roof, I understood most of what he was saying through the foamy bubbles. It was nice, relaxing. From the top side the roof appears to be in good condition, mildly new. From the underside, it does not appear this way. My ceiling has a large spot where it leaked some time ago and the stucco was never repaired. I am glad the leak was repaired. I have hung a little sash over that spot so it is barely apparent. While I was sitting on the roof I watched the man next door scrape the blue paint off of his old wooden house. he was invading my private roof space so I left.

As far as electricity the house is... interesting. I have one outlet in my bedroom and extension cords running along the walls. All of my electronics favor the side of the room with the outlet, if the house tips over it is because the weight in my room is not evenly distributed. Javan only has one outlet in his room too. The bathroom has one outlet. I wonder if the downstairs is any better.
There is a basement too, abnormal for a house in Florida. I asked the boys if they owned a broom once, Pete pointed to a half mangled broom looking thing on the front porch. I later found a real broom and dust pan in the broom closet; maybe the boys don't know about the closet.