Love my crazy life
March 30, 2023
Thankfully, watching the squirrels in the backyard is the most exciting thing to report this week. The little ones are so cute! We only got some of the walnuts cleaned up in the back last fall, and they have been busy finding and hiding them, as well as attempting a few acrobatic maneuvers on the power lines that make my stomach turn. Watching them is pretty fun, and I don’t mind feeding them. If prices continue to increase, it will be nice to have fat squirrels to hunt! LOL!
The last few days, I’vebeen playing catch-up with the household chores. George does all right with things when I’m unable, but I’m the type that if I didn’t clean it, it’s not clean. I’ve started the “spring cleaning.” I decided to get it done before the weather got nice, and I refused to be indoors. I’m the first to admit that I’m not the best housekeeper in the world. I’m unsure when that began, but it’s worsened with age. I have too much clutter and am unwilling to part with much of it. Every time I toss something, it seems I need it, but finding where I hid it when I need it is a pain.
Man, I miss my boys being home. I know... I sound like a broken record. Jacob starts another session of classes this week. I’m not sure he realized just how much “school” he was going to have to do. After all, he joined the military because he didn’t want to be tied to a desk. Robert is still in limbo. He had a wisdom tooth removed last week, which apparently makes him unfit for active duty. He said something about a guard detail and sent me a photo of a motorcycle, which I assume is his next major purchase.
This white stuff doesn’t want to stay away. Old man winter did not get the memo that it is now spring. It’s okay. At least it’s not what Kearney got, and it won’t be here long. X’s & O’s.