This fog stretches on and on. That’s mostly metaphorical, though NC isn’t opposed to tossing some driving challenges our way. My feet are slow, my brain feels sticky, and stuff is showing up in weird places these days. Thank God the kids are old enough to get ready themselves or they’d end up halfway to school missing three socks, a sweatshirt, or I dunno…pants.
Will a new family love these birds like I do? It’s a little strange, I’ll give you that, but I’ve become quite fond of the buggers and can’t stand the thought of them abandoned. Nope, that won’t do at all, so we’re gonna think that right out of existence. A bird lover shall find our home and make it theirs. Next!
If a dog eats a pack of tissues but nobody hears it, does it still leave trash? Yes. Yes, it does.
I find it ironic that we’re moving half of our house before selling our house. This is supposed to be the moving company’s job, right? Except to hire a moving company we have to sell the house, and to sell the house we have to stage the house, and to stage the house we have to empty the house so there you are. We need more bins. And Advil. And wine.
And it’s just wrong that I haven’t had wine in forever. Wine + the active ingredients in almost any nighttime cough/cold/flu/sinus medicine = a cocktail made in some dark basement party. No thanks, man, I’ll wait it out.
A few weeks after I moved out I had to go round and drop off some keys to the new owners. They had build a beautiful bird house and I’ve never seen to many bird feeders. I suspect the birds were delighted that I moved out.
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Let’s say they probably thought of you fondly as they built their nest in that beautiful bird house. Yep. That’s it. 😉
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I tell ya, you’re doin GREAT! Now, what you need is some of the Welch’s sparking, in Rose. It’s quite nice. Four stars and safe with cold meds.
I hope your birds follow you ❤
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Right? There are trees there. Surely I can lure a bird or two with some nice sunflower seeds…
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Trust me after a couple of years without wine even cough medicine seems like a pick me up. Trying to sell up,and move house is awful. I worried about the birds in my last house, who would look after them. A few weeks after I moved out I had to go round and drop off some keys to the new owners. They had build a beautiful bird house and I’ve never seen to many bird feeders. I suspect the birds were delighted that I moved out.
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But what a wonderful surprise that they were taking such good care of them! Lucky birds. 💛
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The trouble with only keeping stuff that gives you joy is that the value of “joy” varies from moment to moment. Is it “joy” to keep a book I didn’t like that was autographed TO ME by the author? The fog is real, and I’m not even sick (at the moment, knock wood).
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Oh yes, I’m definitely not sorting anything at the moment because it takes a blowtorch to spark joy through this particular fog…
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I started 2019 with 11 days without alcohol – misery. I’m waiting for the post, after you have the house nearly empty and all staged so pretty, where you say “I like this place!”
I’m sure a bird lover will buy the house. Who could resist them?
I hope you feel better soon.
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11 days? Ugh. Just…ugh. Is that how long it took you to kick your crud? Oddly enough, the cleaner it gets the more I enjoy spending time in this house. (Ssh, don’t tell Brightside.)
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Yep, E-leven days
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