It's like this...

Some have asked me to post pictures of our new home. Some don't care. I understand. How often have you been forced to watch someone's home movies---or in this era of oversharing---home videos of a birthday party or a party in which people do some purdy weird stuff or videos taken in a birthing suite at your local hospital. In my defense--I have not posted videos of me dancing on tables with lampshades on my head, nor do I plan on doing so as no such videos of me exist. Yes, I managed to erase them all before they fell into the wrong hands. No, I didn't keep copies. Yes, I am kidding. So here are some indoor pictures of our lovely new abode. We are loving it here. This is our upstairs living room. The wood floors are wonderful. Large windows with no curtains because no one is anywhere near us to be able to look in. Just lovely trees, squirrels and birds. Peaceful! And the stockings were hung on the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nick, soon would

There are so many things that I do not understand. Like, how does a radio work? Or a television? Why can't we breathe under water or fly like the birds? Why does peanut butter and chocolate taste so darn good together? Why do some people make the same mistake over and over and over and over and over and.....well, you get the picture. I. Do. Not. Understand. It makes no sense to me. I figuratively scratch my head. I shake my head. I bang my head against the wall, but all that does is give me a headache and does not solve the problem of the person DOING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AND EXPECTING A DIFFERENT RESULT!! It's just a teensy weensy bit frustrating for me, as you may have guessed. I'm a fairly easy going, patient person. I am thankful that everyone has choices in life to make. Your choices determine where you're going. Choices are good. You can always choose what to do---you cannot always choose the consequences of your choosing. Sometimes

Turn on the tube, whadda I see, a whole lotta people crying don't blame me...." I need to stop reading/watching the news. It's depressing. I find myself worrying about people I don't know, in places I've never been and wondering how I can live with myself in such a beautiful home, with enough food to eat when there are people out there suffering. It doesn't make for restful sleep at night. I have an overactive sense of guilt---even for things I haven't done. Ever have a police car come up behind you and follow you for a bit? Does your adrenaline kick in? Even if you haven't done anything wrong? Yeah, me too. I don't know why. I would make a terrific Catholic, or so I hear. Suicide bombers randomly murdering innocent civilians due to some misguided religious fervor and the promise of nubile young women on the other side of that explosion, babies suffocating accidentally as they slept in their parents' bed" , A drunk driver

Yes, yes we is. The rooms here are full of boxes and crates and bags and I want to know why all those nice young men brought all this stuff inside but didn't stick around to unpack them? I even fed them pizza!! Yeah, I know. I am VERY thankful for all the help we received on Saturday. It was a Herculean effort, to be sure. Now our cat lives under our bed. He refuses to come out. Not eating, not drinking and of course if nothing is going in then nothing is coming out. It's not like he's sick. He's simply terrified. I don't blame him. This place looks nothing at all like the one he's been living in for the past three years. We do hope he comes out soon. Our doggie is much less frightened. She's anxious. Follows me everywhere. Lays on my feet. I've uprooted her from her home and she's not quite sure what's going on but as long as her humans are with her, she's just fine. I cannot find the box with my shoes in it so I a