Guest at Tiny House

Last week I had a guest come stay at the Tiny House (in which case I move into my daughter’s basement just next door). It was a perfect cozy snowy time.

I like to offer the Tiny House as a retreat for my friends out from the city. They usually take the train up and I meet them at the East Lansing station (in this case: 1 a.m. darn Amtrak! Late!). Back at the House I have homemade soup and rolls waiting and a bit of warm grog.

My friend is a late riser so it was perfect as I needed to catch up on sleep after such a late night. Freezing with temps near ZERO. She enjoyed sitting and having coffee watching snow fall. It was like a calendar picture outside. We eventually got going on a robust walk in the woods followed by more soup and hot tea. That evening we had a roast with root veggies and a homemade streusel with French vanilla ice cream.

On what was to be our last day there was a visit to Playmakers for shoes, a coffee shop break, and another walk in the snowy woods where when the train rumbles through the low clouds and silence are shattered by the grinding gears and mechanical noise. One feels like the train is going to drive through the chest. After, standing in the hush there is a profound sense of gratitude for this twilight place. Even if it is cold.

But—as it so happened she got sick that night and the next morning cancelled her train and stayed an extra day to recover. Sorry about that but glad everything worked out despite the fact that the next train was sold out. Everything worked out and so glad we had this time together.