Peeping Tom

The hallway bathroomis officially open for business — and I’m already looking ahead to the next project — though admittedly, there are some unresolved details.

In the new bathroom, the toilet paper roll sits on the floor. We haven’t bought a shower rod or a curtain, and we haven’t decided what to do with the window.
Ah…the window… to cover or not cover it…that is the question.
In theory, any adult who showers will be entirely exposed and visible through the window. Especially at night. On the other hand, who’s there to watch? The pigeons in the hayloft? The owl atop the barn?
This isn’t exactly high-density housing.
But you never know who lurks outside. And tonight at bathtime, the kids learned that somebody’s always watching…

“Hey! Did you see that?” I said.

Hadley: “See what?”

“I don’t see anything…”

I told her to crouch down and wait…

…until the peeping tom appeared again.

It was Olive, our resident break-in artist. She’s always looking to breach our security measures.
Tonight she loitered by the window for a while. Through the bath and teeth brushing and even book time.
You might think that she was being social.
I think that climbing up on the roof was a lot easier than climbing down…