Window view

The installation of windows into the house has definitely cut down on my productivity. I find myself standing at the windows staring out. I simply stare off into the meadow below imagining the day that we live here or watching animals flutter or scamper about. I feel a little like the old men of Ireland that stand in fields gazing into the distance. On a Study trip to Ireland my companions and I actually discussed whether these old men were paid by the government to keep up the old Irish image of surreal countryside. We determined that they were actually just enjoying standing in the middle of fields gazing. I now understand as I loose track of time staring out at the field below the house thinking