Ignorance is Bliss
I remember when a long weekend meant staying up late and drinking. Or going out dancing. Or going to the fair. You know, fun stuff.
This long weekend, however, was taken up by our house. The TLC involved in building our fence and staining it, as well as other minor general repairs.
And we haven’t even started on the front steps, yet.
And here I am, 8:30 and lying in bed with a movie while Dave enjoys the last bits of the long weekend. My muscles are sore to the point of shaking, I’ve pulled more dirt and sawdust out of my nose than I thought possible, there are slivers in places that there shouldn’t be, I’m slimy from the aloe after getting too much sun and I nearly forgot to feed the baby geckos..... nevermind mind myself. Oh, wait. Nope. Scratch that last one. Too tired to eat.
You know what all of this means?
No, really..... I’m passing up parties in order to sweat my bagless bags off....
Shit. I think I know what it means.... and I’m going to pretend I don’t know. Growing up is for chumps!!!
Even Dave didn’t mind the work involved, though - not only will the girls be able to run around the yard (FINALLY), but we’ll have some privacy from stupid glaring neighbours. Scratch that, too. Just one neighbour. And nope - still haven’t forgiven him. Not likely to ever do that. His kids are very interested in the critters when they’re out - but they won’t ask about them. Suits me fine. The other kids in the neighbourhood can meet Speedy and Sonny.... well, when Sonny comes back, anyways.
I’m still pretty choked about letting him fly away. In hindsight, I should have risked the bites and just held onto him, but he was honestly fine until the fucking car spooked him. It honestly hurts thinking about the last time I saw him, which was watching him fly away. Dave’s even pretty torn up. Sure, he can be pretty irritating with his crow call and such, but he’s more amazing than annoying, which makes the bad parts definitely worthwhile.
I hope he comes home soon..... we heard him yesterday, but it seems as soon as we start hunting for him he stops making noise... makes it very difficult to pint-point. Hopefully the posters we put up help, though.
All in all, no - we’re not actually hermits, despite what it may seem. Just busy. We’re finally catching up on the renos we’ve been planning since we’ve bought out house.... the fence is underway, plans for the steps are falling into place, our debt is getting lower, I have a flower bed, we’re starting to work on our hobby cars..... despite the business, life is pretty damned good. Not to mention finally starting to catch up on our social life a bit, but there’s a looong way to go to repair some of the time that’s been lost in many of our relationships.
This long weekend, however, was taken up by our house. The TLC involved in building our fence and staining it, as well as other minor general repairs.
And we haven’t even started on the front steps, yet.
And here I am, 8:30 and lying in bed with a movie while Dave enjoys the last bits of the long weekend. My muscles are sore to the point of shaking, I’ve pulled more dirt and sawdust out of my nose than I thought possible, there are slivers in places that there shouldn’t be, I’m slimy from the aloe after getting too much sun and I nearly forgot to feed the baby geckos..... nevermind mind myself. Oh, wait. Nope. Scratch that last one. Too tired to eat.
You know what all of this means?
No, really..... I’m passing up parties in order to sweat my bagless bags off....
Shit. I think I know what it means.... and I’m going to pretend I don’t know. Growing up is for chumps!!!
Even Dave didn’t mind the work involved, though - not only will the girls be able to run around the yard (FINALLY), but we’ll have some privacy from stupid glaring neighbours. Scratch that, too. Just one neighbour. And nope - still haven’t forgiven him. Not likely to ever do that. His kids are very interested in the critters when they’re out - but they won’t ask about them. Suits me fine. The other kids in the neighbourhood can meet Speedy and Sonny.... well, when Sonny comes back, anyways.
I’m still pretty choked about letting him fly away. In hindsight, I should have risked the bites and just held onto him, but he was honestly fine until the fucking car spooked him. It honestly hurts thinking about the last time I saw him, which was watching him fly away. Dave’s even pretty torn up. Sure, he can be pretty irritating with his crow call and such, but he’s more amazing than annoying, which makes the bad parts definitely worthwhile.
I hope he comes home soon..... we heard him yesterday, but it seems as soon as we start hunting for him he stops making noise... makes it very difficult to pint-point. Hopefully the posters we put up help, though.
All in all, no - we’re not actually hermits, despite what it may seem. Just busy. We’re finally catching up on the renos we’ve been planning since we’ve bought out house.... the fence is underway, plans for the steps are falling into place, our debt is getting lower, I have a flower bed, we’re starting to work on our hobby cars..... despite the business, life is pretty damned good. Not to mention finally starting to catch up on our social life a bit, but there’s a looong way to go to repair some of the time that’s been lost in many of our relationships.