Sep 5, 2010

Alive? maybe...

Women in a garden with fruit trees, by Prescot...Image via Wikipedia
I have come to the conclusion that the next time I move, I am paying people to pack me up and move everything.  I don't mind the unpacking at the end if I can avoid the rest.  I can always blame my laziness on my fibro.  Whatcha think?
I love the new house so don't get me wrong.  I know that it is going to be all worth it in the end.  But right now my body is absolutely killing me.  It is times like this that I realize just much of a grip my fibro has on me.
And I remember a time that if I didn't move every six months, I would start feeling trapped.  Not anymore.  I really want roots.  I want to know that I will be able enjoy the fruit off a tree that I plant this year a few years down the line.  I have started a list of things that I want to upgrade in the house.

A List for pete's sake.  I have never been a list person.

But what I find really amazing are the animals.  I keep looking at my Pom. Devil and wonder who swapped in out in the night for a new version.  I love Kharma but he has always been a yappy dog that likes to bite.   We get him over to the new house and here he was loving up on all of our helpers.  And no yapping at random noise.  Very strange...

Yes this is home already.  Still have a lot of work to do in getting everything put away.  But I am home.

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