Tuesday, February 20"Were you raised in a barn?"
I'm so sleepy today. It's funny, I haven't slept this much since I was a teenager (because that was so long ago, right?), but I still want the occasional nap.
It rained a little bit last night. We both woke up and sealed up the ship, closing assorted windows and stuff, and then it stopped raining. Figures.
The sound of the rain on the roof of the camper reminded me of when I was 13. My family decided to move out to some land, just outside of College Station. My grandfather owned the land, so we would save a ton of money on rent. There was a catch, however; there were no buildings on this land. None. We set up tents, which we lived in for about six months. A family of five, in tents. (My fear of possums came from this period of time, actually, but that's a story for another day.) We eventually built a structure that was politely called the barn. It was more of a shed; dirt floor and all. We spent weeks digging gravel out of the ground (the property had formerly been a gravel quarry, if I recall correctly), hauling it via wheelbarrow to the barn, and spreading it out. Then we sprayed it with a mixture of linseed oil and paint thinner, to harden it. We spent hours and hours just walking in circles on that dirt, to pack it down. In the end, it was hard a concrete, and a hell of a lot prettier.
We put a lot more work into the floor of that place than we did the rest of it. It was just tin walls. No insulation to speak of. We did put in windows, though.
I'm proud to say that, for at least part of my life, I was raised in a barn.
(I'm not sure why I felt the need to explain all of that... it has nothing to do with the point of my story...)
I have never slept better, in my whole life, than I did in that barn on nights it rained. The drops would fall so heavy and hard onto the tin roof, you couldn't hear a sound in there. Only the drumming on the rain.
The rain last night made me homesick for that barn.
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