Baby D is loosing hair and gaining muscle.
Our traveling dogs, and Bear's favorite pillow.
June 4, 2009
“If you want your child to learn new words,” says Daughter D, “have them present when you install an infant car seat.”
Not!
My words for the day: “You mean I have to keep my house clean all the time?”
As you probably know we are preparing the house for sale and I’m sure you’ve been there. In the past I found that I could keep the house in good order or write, but it was like the infamous circus performer spinning plates on poles routine. My plates kept crashing.
Right now it is not about simply keeping a clean house, it is about ridding it of 30 years of accumulated stuff. We had a house showing yesterday, and for two days Daughter D and I cleaned, loaded dump runs, took items to Good Will, and said, “Tomorrow we’ll celebrate.” The trouble was when tomorrow came we wanted to lie our weary bodies down. Instead we took ourselves to lunch and drove outside Eugene to look at a piece of property. En route a storm threw rain at our windshield with such force the wipers had a melt-down. That didn’t stop us though. A downed power-line did. Hardy souls that we are we drove back into town, down the freeway, circumvented that road block, and got to the property where we needed a helicopter to view it. We wondered if the universe was testing our resolve.
It wasn’t about us. It was about a tornado. A funnel cloud had formed, but didn’t touch down, so it was not classified as a tornado. (And I didn’t think we had tornadoes in Oregon.) Most of the Willamette Valley area got the wind, although we were oblivious to it until we came home to no electrical power, and the ground, the road, and the deck were absolutely littered with about two inch long Douglas fir branches. The winds or hail, yes we had hail too, shredded my flowers, and the blackberries down the hill look as though they have gone through a blender.
It smells like Christmas around here though.
It smells like Christmas around here though.
We were lucky. No horses escaped when a limb downed the electric fence to a one foot high level, and no trees fell over the road or anything else. John said that driving over here this morning he could hear chain saws all over the valley.
And there is a dead mouse smell in the kitchen…
Normally my house smells sweet, but now that people are coming what happens? A mouse decides to commit suicide somewhere in the kitchen. Under the dishwasher? Could be, I've looked, cleanied, scrubbed everything else.
Lordy!
Now I understand the commercial for deodorant with their slogan “Don’t let them see you sweat!”
Ta Da!
P.S. Daughter D says I ought to quote my own book. I randomly opened it, what chapter popped up?
“Decide to be happy.”
“Does one wait until our nests are feathered to our satisfaction or decide to be happy whatever the circumstance? We have all been injured, sick, depressed, miserable, abused. So? There comes a moment when we can say, ‘Let’s decide right now, not matter the circumstances, to live a happy life.”
Yeah Joyce, easy for you to say.
From It’s Hard to Stay On A Horse While You’re Unconscious.
