I told you about one of the alcoves that moved me to buy this house. This is another. It’s a corner of the kitchen – the corner for the dryer – and the buzzing hub of the groovy sound system. Radio, tape deck (but of course), and speakers in the ceiling of every room – including the bathroom. Which can freak you out of you forget it’s on when you go in there.
There’s a little jack that you can plug into to other devices. I’ve got a cheap portable CD player for that. And then sometimes I hook up the laptop and listening to my streaming BBC shows, Pandora or – as is the case here, me being all nostalgic for Breaking Bad - the song from this scene - “Crapa Pelada” (“Bald Head”) – sung by Quartetto Cetra. Followed for good measure by the Breaking Bad Narcocorrido, “Heisenberg.” Peppy, eh?
What will my kids sit on the floor sorting through after I’m gone? Not sure. That’s okay. Doesn’t matter – over the past few months, we’ve been reading the Little House books (we’re on These Happy Golden Years now) and I’m good with the metaphor of carrying nothing extra except that little china shepherdess as I make my way West.
(You are wondering about the orange. In reality it is more of a burnt umber sort of thing. I believe the previous owner was going for a “Tuscan kitchen” feel here in the bungalow. But it really just looks orange.)