Discovering a favorite place
On the roof top of the house my grandfather built, I'm (somewhat) far away from everyone. I have privacy, and sit in relative quiet. I come here to think and be away for a little. Plus, up here my phone gets reception and I have a better internet connection.
posted by kathy at
2:42 PM
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how many people can say that their grandfather built his own home and it is still around for a grandchild to enjoy. how wonderful.
when i was living in honduras i used to wake up at the butt crack of dawn and sit on the roof of my grandparent's home thinking this was the only quiet, somewhat private spot with lots of honest light where i could experiment with makeup. it was the eighties and i was all of fourteen so you can imagine how paramount it was for me to learn to master blue eyeliner and bright pink lipstick. i had a huge crush on an older boy to boot, so this little rooftop became a scared training ground for me. eventually the spongy pink rollers were introduced to the routine(as if my hair wasn't curly and frizzy enough on its own) and at the end of this arduous hair and make up session i could come down the stairs in my catholic school uniform with bouncy psychotic curls and pink crap all over my face, ready to face another day of rigorous studying and strategic flirting with THE BOY ;)
anyway...rooftops are wonderful, sacred places.
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