I read an article about good public spaces around the world for people to meet. It includes cafes, marketplaces, cornerstones of commerce, botanical gardens. It got me wondering about where John and I are comfortable chatting. It could possibly be the car, if I can pry my eyes away from the road and let him drive. Occasionally it works in bed, but more often I fall asleep before he finishes the third sentence.

 

Although I do not really understand why, I tend to park in the living room and he more often camps out in the dining room. Perhaps I tend toward being with the kids and he actually wants uninterrupted think time. 

 

Curiously we do well in the kitchen. If we are chopping vegetables together, or making popcorn, conversation fits in the cracks. 

 

My parents had a porch they loved to sit in together. I can still see Dad in his comfy chair. They decorated it in their low budget way, but they were proud of it. 

 

The article aroused my curiosity. I am going to pay more attention to where my honey and I hang out. Maybe I will even get one of those books about Feng shui. Perhaps our ideal spot needs a mirror and dripping water. The bathroom would work.