On to Plan B

We had a couple of warm, summer-like days and I cajoled a helper to set up the tent on the deck and we arranged canvas curtains and furniture here and there to create my small outdoor heaven.

For another few days, I luxuriated in that little nest. I curled up with my book and tuned out the soft voices of the people next door, who were in fact, no more than six feet away but the curtains hid them from view.

Then we had a few days of heavy rain and I had to slog out to the deck with my broom to push the water off the sagging tent.

One night the rain turned to heavy, wet snow and that was the end of my cozy little nook. The metal roof supports for the tent bent into unredeemable shapes and everything crashed to the floor.

It’s time for plan B, whatever that will be. One way or the other, I will figure out a way to have a seemingly private sitting area outside.