After passing the truck, Jill and I continued up the little hill in Petaluma.
Jill noticed this beautiful house, and then said to me, “Do you see what that house is called?”
I didn’t see any sign so I wrinkled my forehead and said, “I don’t see anything.”
Now, I’ve been tested and I have 20/10 vision so I can see just about anything, anywhere as long as humans can see it.
Jill has better vision than I do, if that is even possible. And, since she does, I guess it is.
She pointed to a sign that was hanging over the doorway.
The words on the sign stated that this was the “The House of Bliss.”
Looking at the cool blue paint job, accented with teal/light blue trim, the house did look quite blissful.
Everything around it was manicured perfectly and it seemed as if the owners take a lot of pride in their home.
I was guessing this was a bed and breakfast but, after searching online, I found it is just someone’s home and they obviously love it.
I’m guessing that when the owners arrive home that they feel quite relaxed, calm and full of bliss.
Isn’t that the way a house should be?
By the way, “The House of Bliss” was about 150 feet away from the truck with the anti-Obama and Stars and Bars bumper stickers. In reality. this blissful little home was a world away from it.
That is why we walk.