I could maybe talk to a human, after a week of kitten chat, you start to look forward to hearing what another human has to say.
Unfortunately, at times, the kitten is way more interesting ... but that doesn't happen often ..
I might just have standards that are too high ..
But anyway, where was I ... Oh yes, the sun was shining.
It is so cold that I worry birds will freeze mid-flight .. the chipmunks have not been out in months.. the birds are out but they don't look happy and oh yes.. the deer. They are out.
Those nice Holly bushes in front of the house , the ones I am fond of because I want to add to them and make a prickly hedge to keep Things away from the window.
The deer have trimmed them.
They are shorter. And very flat topped.
I want the deer to live so I will go with the new shorter Flat Top Holly shrub style.
I have not been in the back garden for months. There is always deep snow and frankly, while I remember snow being fun .. now it is just a pain in the arse and I want it to go away.
A raccoon apparently has pushed open the window in the pool house and now I can just picture the destruction caused by chilled raccoons making a new home ..
The realtor has not called.
No one calls actually. I am convinced that I am not really here.
I know people are not going to be house hunting in 20 feet of snow but still ..
I was all excited about the new house and selling and starting anew .... but here I am , sitting and waiting .. like a teenage girl hoping that boy calls her.
The phone rings and I trip over the kitten dashing to answer it ... on the second ring ... no, I'm not anxious ... and it is the town reminding me of Trash pickup day when it snows. aaarrrrgghhh.
The Little House is still there , waiting for me ..
I am still here, waiting .. for ... I am not sure.