Vampires, Hermits & Gnomes

 

Cute huh? My husband bought him for me when we bought our new house.  Technically, she (our home) is not new other than to us. She was built in 1916. Anyway, she can have a blog of her own some day. For now, let me tell you about that lil guy up there.

He adorned our back door step, keeping watch as visitors came and went until I deemed him of better use inside. Between our laundry/mud room and our kitchen we have a very old, heavy wood swinging door. For reason I don't feel like writing about, we want it propped open. 

Ok, fine, the dogs don't "get it" and apparently,  neither do I.  Whenever we have had it closed, instead of just pushing through it, for some unearthly reason unknown to common sense, I've attempted, on more than one occasion to squeeze my fingers into the crack and pull it open towards me. Insert stupid look here. Well...obviously, I have the speed of a sloth and have pinched my fingers in the crack during the massive doors' swing back. It smarts, the opposite of how I feel.  So, yeah, we feel it's best to just keep it open. 

I had tried everything to keep that dang thing in place. Door wedges, buckets of rocks,  nothing was heavy enough.  Mr Gnome is. His girth is concrete. That door don't budge now. 

What about the vampires and hermits? Long story short, some of my co-workers suck the energy right out of me. I have to remember to bring my deflector bubble to work. If I were a hermit, problem solved. 

I'll leave you with this adorable tree frog I spotted on one of the benches today. Awww.....