Monday, October 18, 2010

Blissfully Living

So, I'm super busy being all housy and all that. Beloved, who unknown to me, possess an A-type personality. One would think after nearly 23 years of wedded bliss that I would have noticed this. Sadly, I am an unobservant, slothful, B-type person.

Not really.

Seriously though, he's a little particular about things and how things are done around the house.

Ahem...

It's all good. I just have to remind myself that he is the same way when we buy a new car.

That, and as long as my smarty, sarcastic, snarky mouth stays closed, all will be well.

PRAY PEOPLE! PRAY HARD!

Actually, things are lovely, simply lovely here in the little green house on the corner. We are mostly settled in and getting use to the new noises of city life.

It's still kinda strange to see foot traffic out our front window. And nothing thrills my heart more than knowing that any number of stores are mere minutes away.

And still I marvel that no one is walking on my head.

I love it here!

Girl has been accepted to our local community college. She's hunting for a job, of which there seem to be few.  She's living in the guest room because we have to carpet her room. We are hoping to have her settled soon.

Boy will be home this weekend for the blink of an eye. I cannot wait to see him!

Sam, our ever faithful great, big, yellow, old dog, is adjusting. He has spent the better part of his life patrolling the open farm land and now he's confined to the lot on the corner. Not that he minds all that much. After all, now he sleeps inside on these crisp fall nights.

Dingo, our bipolar kitty, is still freaked out by every single noise, but at least he's stopped crying in the middle of night because he's forgotten where he is. Or maybe he was just pretending to be "lost" as a pay back for us moving him off the farm. Although, I don't see why that would make difference. He's a spoiled, fat, indoor kitty, not a brawlin' barn cat.

My drive to work is a blink. Really. A blink of seven to ten minutes and I'm there; verses the twenty to twenty-two that it use to be.

I love city life.

And there are no cows...

Bliss people. Pure, unadulterated bliss.

2 comments:

tootie said...

Yay! So happy that you are loving your new place!

T. Paine said...

Sounds like this was ideal! I am very happy for you and your family, even Dingo! :)