There's a lot of things I like about this house. Window lights in the high and lofty ceilings. Massive marble encased fireplace. Long patio off the back that looks out onto a quiet reserve. White everywhere. Hard floors and soft rugs. Piano and paintings and warm maple shelves. But all that is just the stage.
The great big buck lowering the weight of his rack to the ground and pushing it up to the sky as he scattered when Ted shooed him out of the yard waving and yelling in a most undignified manner. Chester pouncing and sprawling and batting at imaginary enemies and curling up with me in the deep leather chair. Nancy giggling at Matt's dry humor while cooking up meals that rival Ina's entertaining. Ted's deep voice thundering out a great laugh at some assertion I've made just to press his buttons.
Those are the sights and sounds of life here; the things about this house I'm gonna miss.
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