I can't believe it! Somehow, I thought all the hard work was behind me now that I moved and summer break had come. Well, yes and no. The work of packing and sifting through years of junk and the work of finding a rental, and the end-of-the-year-school work, with it's packing and sorting and sifting ended.
But UN-packing can be a bear. Especially for spacially-challenged people like me, who don't see obvious empty closets for unusual, but very workable items.
I lost a linen closet, really big broom closet and some cabinet space. It took my daughters to point out that I could use my extra dresser drawer for linens, and I hav e a perfect place in the hall, where I could have a closet put in. I have been very grateful for the girls- Sarah and Rosie, you are the best!!!! And having the grandkids around has been wonderful.
I still haven't found my camera's battery charger- or you'd have been assaulted with their adorable pictures!
On a sad note, I also lost my dog. Repeatedly. She would run away every time there wasn't a centry on the newly opened back gate. And she was more slippery than a greased pig. The last time she bolted was when I groggily opened the gate at 6AM because I suddenly heard the garbage trucks hit my area.
I called her, she came, almost, then darted off again. I thought she'd return as she had in the past, but not this time.
Stella. She was a "bad" dog, in that she wouldn't obey, and wasn't to be trusted around babies. But she was the most loving bad dog ever, to anybody.
She was lonely without her old croonie, Harry. And I was a bad owner- never home, never walking her.
Stella. Got her name because we had to yell so much to get her to respond, because she would frustrate us as she darted away with our dirty unmentionables in her mouth.! Or anything else not tied down
Stella. STELLA!!!!!!
It is late and I have so digressed, or have I?
