“The Butler’s Pantry?” J. said, looking around. The location was good, but the inside the house looked shabby and dark, with too many partitions. I asked the realtor, “So what happened to the butler?” He just smiled. I was serious though.
The cabinet was the one of the few decent features worthwhile keeping. But it failed to find a proper place inside because we could not afford to hire a butler. Then J. came up with an idea of using it as a storage in the garden.
So it became a gardener’s pantry, and J. is the gardener. But I am still wondering about what happened to the butler. It may have been a maid, or an unhappy housewife who felt herself like a maid or even a butler.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color