The downstairs of the bed and breakfast is the perfect studio apartment.
This is my work space. See, I told you.
Here is the sitting area…there’s even a fireplace.
My bedroom is down the hall on the left, right past the bear skin rug. I don’t know why Mom put that thing on the wall. It’s inconvenient to use, but you do what you have to do.
I’m very happy in my ‘Alaskan woodshed’, and even though I could, I don’t stay down there all day. Yesterday, we all loaded up
and went into town for lunch. It also happened to be hair day for Blanche. Then, later on, I settled back into my woodshed
and continued work on a painting of a shack in Old Town Kenai. Other than painting, I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to spend today….but it will be good.
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I know you think you have died and gone to heaven. I love your room and your time there will be way too short. Dian