I sure did love that bird. Miss him alot too…
It’s been a while. A very long while! How are you? Did you have a lovely Valentines Day. We stayed in. ALL weekend. Stretch made me chocolate pie. He sent me 2 dozen roses, to work on Friday, the 13th. He loves me.
Been thinking so much about this work thing lately. I started with this company in 1976. Well, if that doesn’t age someone nothing will. I left for a year and a half and have been back 23 years. So, yeah, I have worked a total of 37 years. I am so done. My “artist” job has been reduced to “glorified editor” as 90% of the art coming is has already been started by an agency. All I do now is make sure it is printable and that any copy they have added, changed, missed, will pass our approval system. Our company actually PAYS the agency to do the art. What the hell am I doing here anyway? I feel like I have paid my dues. I want out. O-U-T out.
This Michigan weather really sucks. Look what we have in store for us the following few days…
Lake Effect & Frigid Through Thursday … Below Zero Thursday & Friday Mornings … Light Snow Friday Night & Saturday. Most of this Michigan winter has been a weather warning.
How does one quit a job and move south? I would like to pack it all up and get the hell out. Seriously. Like, yesterday!
Sorry to come back with a rant. I hope you are warm and safe and anywhere but here!
Still looking for the next homestead. That house (see previous post) needs too much work.
We are too old to do all the maintenance to get it where we want it. It has too
many barns. Huge barns that we don’t need. One requires removing. But wow, what a pretty
setting, with mature trees and a fenced in yard for the dog.
If I had the money, I would tear the house down and build a 2 bedroom,
2 bath A-frame with a back deck and a loft for my studio. That’s what I would do!
So…every since I moved in with Stretch…I haven’t been the happiest. This association thing. The control they have over what we can and can’t do on the property. We have close neighbors and I once woke up and saw 2 teenage boys playing in the back yard. From the window…in our bedroom. Which only meant they could see me too.
Stretch is overly giving. What is his is everyone else’s. But I can tell, he is getting tired of getting taken advantage of. The neighbors asked last week if they could borrow the lawn mower. The one that is 2 months old that I PAID FOR. Stretch asked my permission. I said no way. Theirs had a broken belt and was an easy fix. I told him to offer to go get the belt and put it on for them. In the end…they got it fixed all by themselves. Hello…how hard was that? The same neighbor asked to borrow our snow blower last winter. Dude has two strong teenage boys and needs a snow blower TO BLOW OFF THE DECK? Stretch let them take it. I would have handed them a shovel. The same one WE USE on our deck. Neighbors… always borrowing things and bringing them back either out of gas or broken etc.
So…I want to live in privacy, in the county away from it all, again. And I think I have found something we both will be happy with. 4.5 acres. Half wooded. Outbuildings (yay!) Stretch can have his wood shop and I can have… I can have…whatever I want! Chickens. um… goats. I know!!! A minature donkey! or a horse or 2. yay! And a stones throw from our camping spot. Our 40 acres of Gods green earth. I hope we love the house. Everything else is perfect. We go look at it with a Realtor Monday, yay…
nothing like sitting around a campfire until all hours of the night! Skeeter (minus his gal), Scooter and Stretch and I camped out. I bought this modified tear drop trailer because tents are not me anymore. very comfy. but no room for Stella. She slept with Skeeter and Butters and cried all night. Other than the killer heat index it was much needed fun away from home in Gods country aka my 40 acres in the woods. The dogs cooled off in the creek. We took nature hikes. We ate walking tacos. YUM!!!
I am a big facebook addict. Alot of my friends are all excited about next year. Why? Because we are celebrating our 40th Allegan High School class reunion. When I say we, I say them. I didn’t attend our 30th. I attended our 15th and swore I would never ever again. But I am beginning to bend. And I have a year to ponder the idea of seeing some that I haven’t seen in 40 years.