Day 49

A picture of where I live:

Studio City, CA.  Kick off yer shoes, set a spell.

My parents' house.  It's beautiful, inside and out.  Our neighbors rather frequently lend out their houses for film shoots - which reminds me, I need to go vacate my parking spot so a trailer can have it tomorrow morning. We haven't really been able to put that together.  It brings in a pretty decent sum of money, but I don't really think Dad wants the camera people crawling all over his house.

We moved to this address in 1996; this house has only stood on the property for the last three years.  It's not quite the parents' dream house, as there were all sorts of features Mom wanted that Dad deemed too expensive...but there is the elevator.  And the water feature in the back yard.  And that nice little place on the porch where people would sit if anyone in my family was sociable enough to relax in the front yard.

My piano - well, it's not mine, but nobody else plays anymore - is right there in the front bay window.  I have a tendency to play while awaiting guests - I think I'm going to start playing them off too.  A little incidental music just to say, "Here's your hat; what's your hurry?"