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Moving – Part 7 – Let’s Make a Deal

Sunset10 Indiana…But FIRST let’s talk to our fourth loan officer. Yes, we’re in it neck deep now! One guy left me hanging when everything should have been finalized. One had too may stipulations on the houses. Another had too may on us. By Thursday I felt like I was at an impasse on both house hunting and loan securing.

Following our realtor’s recommendations now for FHA. Three propertiesButterfly on Sweet Williams on the list this morning in our price range. ALL paycheck houses. So we had to choose our projects wisely.

THE DECISION! an enormous house in a quaint town. Perfectly centered on a long rectangular lot. Compromised on as much yard as we wanted, but gained a basement, garage, and bedrooms. Shade trees line the alley, and the neighbors’ properties seem reasonably kept. Whew!

Yes for Nostalgia: It smelled like my Grandma’s house, immediately comforting and welcoming. It was empty and old, but not neglected. I’m not gonna lie; it was hard to keep my mouth shut while hubby checked out the structure and such. Meanwhile, in my head- I‘ve already bought paint and mopped the floors! “Let him say everything first.” I thought. {Being married 33 years… I know when to lay low and when it’s worth it to pounce.}

To Hubby, the old 2 story reminded him of his childhood home. He loved growing up there. And said so right away! The roof met his standards. And the garage {Man Cave}, of course was the main draw. The electrical boxes were somewhat freaky-deaky but not deal breakers. {Ha! get it breakers? Construction humor}

Well, friends and Confidantes, no guarantees yet, but phase 2 of the process begins.  I’m tickled pink! Gma Auburn {Jen}– Containing her chickens that haven’t hatched yet. 😉

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A Few Months of Change

Indiana Trail Border Collie Pup Creek
Nosey Rosey #bordercolliemix #halflab #rescuepet

There were several mid May trials that got the best of me. It took time to crumble. More time to rebuild.  In June, I gave myself permission to put the worries & stress on hold; just breathe.  Go be outdoors, plant flowers, play and walk with the pup. I got out of the office; out of the house. Soaked up consecutive days of sunshine… and rain.

Indianapolis Zoo MeerkatIndiana flowers 1IND blue flowers 2

 

 

I binged watched true crime and inspiring documentaries. My wandering thoughts became a sporadic gratitude journal. Orchestrating both chaos and self care continue.

House hunting is tedious business: Meanwhile- in anticipation- I chased cobwebs, sorted boxes and added color to a couple rooms. Bought a new desk and office chair 🙂 Yay!

Be safe and have a Happy Independence Day!!! – It’s early ’cause I have a crazy busy week lined up with drs. and vet appointments; micro jobs and pet sitting…  and of course there will be plenty of meat and veggies on the grill  😉

Indiana CreekWhat are your plans {or summer recipes} for this week, Friends and Confidantes? – Gma Auburn {Jen}

#turned50 #weddinganniversary  #summerrecipes  #midwestlife #bordercollie #flowers #zoo

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If I Write It All Out…

ziggy days 2010We had to put our 14 year old dog down this afternoon. I’m in manic-limbo just now.  RT and Granddaughter were here most of the day; Glad for that interaction and distraction. Told dog stories. Like that time on the truck when I was walking him outside Wal-Mart in Dumas, TX; and he rubbed noses with a rattlesnake.  I about crapped. A. Brick.

He was a Scottie mix: We were told he looked like a gremlin… or Chewbaca’s Dad! He hated people, unless you threw the ball. He was scared of the cat. Loved hiking dirt trails, playing in snow drifts and garden hoses. He has pooped at every truck stop in 47 states.

I can’t believe it’s still Friday. Have to think back for a minute that hubby came home early from work. Feels like it happened yesterday. Maybe it will be when I’m done writing whatever this is. Then the exhaustion can take over.

In the afterlife, Friends and Confidantes- I don’t know if I’ll get to see the people I knew… but I sure hope I get to go where all my good dogs went. -Gma

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The Pigeon Made Me To Do It

Were you ever so stuck in your life that you just hoped a sign would fall out of the sky? One day last summer, it did.

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Rescued Racing Pigeon & Ivy in Mugs

It was during a bout of mentally dark weeks. Felt like I had an invisible Eeyore as my shadow. I was tired of thinking and trying. I’d sit on the porch in pajamas, with my Dad, but that was about the extent of it.

One morning, there was a thud, thud, thud…. and a racing pigeon tumbled off my porch roof, onto the steps. Dad and I looked at each other as the stunned bird walked around the yard, then hopped to the edge of the rain barrel.

We let him get his bearings, but before long I realized he was lost or exhausted. And he took to crapping on my porch rail! So, like any good hostess does, I fed him a big meal.

I called pigeon racing central, but no one could help identify him by his tag number. Via Facebook, I found a guy who would come get it the following evening. By nightfall, I knew this bird needed saving and the Universe knew I need something to save.

I’ve rescued many animals. Never a bird. So the second day, we gained each others’ trust. I took my tablet outside and typed. I wrote. He cooed. When I stepped inside for coffee, he perched next to my keyboard. “Oh, great,” I thought “He’s a word bird! HA! Maybe an editor in a previous life.” I admired his bars a bit before opening the screen door and scaring him back to the handrail.

My husband helped me make a figure four trap and I caught him the next afternoon. Part of me wanted to keep him… Ok a lot of me want to; but it was still an unforgettable experience.

  • Lessons from the pigeon:
  • Just because you’re exhausted or lost; doesn’t mean you should give up entirely.
  • You don’t have to go far; to form a new bond or a create new piece.
  • Care for others, even if you can’t care for yourself.
  • And don’t read other peoples’ drafts when they aren’t looking- HA!

Well, Friends and Confidantes, ask for a sign, but pigeon-proof your porch 🙂  – Grandma Auburn- Sits on her porch often, tends plants and writes drafts.

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I Was Stoned and I Missed It

PEACE

4/20- With a tip o’ the hat to Dennis (of Dr. Hook) and Ray Sawyer, who passed in December and Shel Silverstein, who’s body of writing and personality still fascinate me.

The Smoke Off-Shel Silverstein

I’m not entirely certain where this post is gonna lead us today. Infer what you will; it helps bi-polar and anxiety. Take it with a grain [or a leaf.]  Know that I live in the state that Pence consecrated. But if you think politics has ever stopped someone from tucking seedlings a cornfield… not so much. Years ago, we’d make a run for the [Michigan] border on Sunday for alcohol.  Now -I hear we Hoosiers still are, just for a different buzz.

The metaphors abound: It’s strange, nowadays to speak to relation that live in a medicinal or recreational state. Some of us always were. My hope one day, is to pull open a kitchen drawer; but instead of little K-cups, there’s little pods of pot. In rows, by name. {patent pending Gma Auburn- HA!}  And it will be as accepted on a Friday night as the fondue pot was in the 70’s.

And on that note: Thanks for stopping by today. THANK YOU to those on YouTube who preserve the music.  -Grandma Auburn    2 Dr. Hook Videos. “Sylvia’s Mother” because in my next life,  I’d like to hop on Ray Sawyer’s lap, like a pet-starved cat… and of course, “I Got Stoned And I Missed It”