Helllp! I meant to get out of here and run chores all day while the tree-guys did their thing. Up early, I got lazy…
They showed up in a gaggle and are out there putting all kinds of raucous motors to work. I hate this. But I’m awfully glad to get the dang thing down. It has fallen a few feet every day, accompanied by the sinister snap, crack, and popp… We were relaxed as cats out in the pool yesterday, when the swoosh and thwack of another fall sent us scurrying inside. A bit of the branches are already on the wires, and we could just imagine ourselves fried to obliteration on our rafts and Michael would finally find us in a few days and be traumatized for life…or at least that’s what I imagined.
Now I’m hemmed in by various large trailers and forced to endure the sensory overstimulation that triggers my anxiety…
Deep Breaths…Centered..Om
Soon, though, just before the storms hit this evening, I’ll have one less worry and a lot less cash.
I hope this puts us back to “normal”, but I have to confess that I started re-arranging and cleaning as soon as I got home from NYC, so the house is in temporary disarray. Yes, it’s another mental illness of mine… This time, I’m really going to go through and throw things out. Seriously. All of the glassware! Really, am I going to have a cocktail party for 40 and serve brandy in those snifters? Am I seriously afraid that if my mother returns she’s going to want her stuff back? Will Grandmother Mayne be checking to see if I still have her lamps? It takes a lot of gumption for me to part with so-called heirlooms, as I consider myself a “Keeper of the Archives”. Still, I have way too many broken-down chairs and chipped nick-nacks and I am determined to toss the excess junk.
Dreading it, but eventually this will culminate in a rummage sale. I’ll let you in for a presale when we’re ready, probably a couple of weeks. You need some new chairs… and brandy is hip…
Peace
