No big news here. Still knitting on the socks; I've turned the heel and am making slow progress, as they don't much interest me at the moment. I am totally distracted.
The closing on the house will be by February 11. I have to send more documents to the Missouri bank. I cannot believe the paperwork involved in buying a house! With a mortgage, I mean. Once we have the keys, Sweetie intends to move in - well, as soon as the utilities are turned on. I imagine that the drive he makes here and back every weekend is wearing on him, but it sure is nice to see him. It's also nice to have someone to cook for and talk to. I have packed one box.
Howard seems to have turned the corner. I put him out in the backyard enclosure, along with Henny and her chicks over the weekend, as the weather was warm although rainy. He is moving around well and is almost quacking again. He's drinking water but not eating much. I still don't know what is/was wrong with him. It could be loneliness and so having the chickens near him is what is helping. It could have been some sort of bug, that he has shaken off. He could have been slightly injured by whatever took Omelet and Buffalo Wing. I don't know, and I hate not knowing.
Sweetie says there is a skunk in the neighborhood. I don't know; I can't smell a thing. Good neighbor Nancy feeds it. (Just so you know that I am not the only crazy person in this village.) I just don't want it to eat the chicks, which is unlikely, as they are secure in the little triangle coop. But still, it is worrisome. I hope to get the remaining fowl to my friend as soon as she feels able to tend a duck and chicks.
In the meantime, I am playing Lexulous on facebook. Truly, I cannot concentrate on anything except those things that Have to be Done by a Certain Date. I'm feeling quite the crazy pants.
6 comments:
I am a world-class not-packing person myself.
This is not a time for introversion, I'm sorry to say. Find somebody who owes you and make them come help. Tears and pleading are effective tools. And hysteria, if you can muster it.
(Now that I think about it, I don't think I contributed all that much to the last three moves, beyond saying "Put that there.")
But you are my favorite crazy pants.
Moving makes anyone a crazy pants! It's truly one of my least-favorite things. K is right - if you can get someone(s) to come and have a packing party with you, that's the way to do it :)
Everything crossed here, and I'm sure 2011 will be a great one for you :)
"I'm feeling quite the crazy pants."
Now that's a phrase I will have to work into a conversation soon.
You will pack up and transition at some point in the near future, and then it will all done!
As a kid we packed up and moved an awful lot, and then as a young family with our two girls. Now I'd rent a darn moving van. I'd like to make a permanent move up the coast and out of SoCal.
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