As I was sitting out on the back patio with my morning coffee, I noticed a couple of birds sitting in my neighbors tree. That’s a euphemism, btw. The “back patio” part, that is. It’s actually a carport. When I started house hunting down here, I kinda wanted a garage, because, why not? The problem with that lies in the fact that, due to the fact I really wanted an older house, garages aren’t typically part of the deal.
Back in the day, garages were not as important as they are today I guess. If I found a house with a garage, it was an old, small, one-car size but as often as not, not only did the house not include a garage, it probably shared a driveway with a neighboring house. Carports, on the other hand, are everywhere down here. And I’ve grown to like mine a lot. It keeps my car out of the rain/snow (so far) and provides me with a lovely spot for coffee (in the morning) or sweet tea (in the afternoon) or what have you.
Can I just take a minute here and sing the praises of sweet tea? Cause I’m going to anyway. That stuff is the King of soft drinks. Or is it Queen? Not sure if a gender has been assigned to sweet tea, but either way it’s the real deal. It migrated north a few years ago, you can get it at ubiquitous fast-food joints in every part of the country, but it’s like an art form down here. Although, if last night is any indication I need to watch my intake. It’s not like I had the caffeine shakes or anything, but I had a couple of glasses with dinner (a lovely pot roast ftw) and slept like crap last night. Like I was back at the firehouse.
But I digress…
I’m enjoying the heck out of my carport. I need to get some actual furniture to set out there. I’ve got an old office chair, no longer fit for office duty due to an unfortunate tipping incident, that is kind of a “make do” patio chair for now, but I’ve been scanning Amazon and checking out the local home improvement stores waiting to see what I can find. I need to relocate my garbage and recycle bins, but that’s nothing. The concrete needs a good cleaning too, since the previous owners apparently had an oil leak or twelve on their cars. I think I’ve got a photo of it from 
one of my pre-purchase visits.
Found it!
The Big Wheel isn’t mine btw. Don’t ask me why I’ve got two back doors either, it’s a mystery to me too. There’s also a side door in addition to, of course, the front door so… If the zombie apocalypse comes to Asheboro I guess they’ve got a 1 in 4 chance of guessing the right door, which works in my favor. I think. If there’s any zombie apocalypse experts reading this, feel free to chime in.
Peace
PS- Because, well, you know, I started this by watching a couple doves in a tree and that got me to thinking, I haven’t seen any pigeons since I moved down here. Like, not a single one. I wonder if the story of my interaction with Jake the pigeon last summer preceded me down here…