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Marking the Year: Part 2
Look who’s still here, upright on the planet? Does sitting in bed count as upright, actually? I’m deciding yes.
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Marking the Year
We’re 2 days away from D-day around these parts. I am, shockingly… okay. What’s the difference between okay and alright? Maybe it’s alright that I am. One of them, anyway. Whatever the worse one is.
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Looping Back to Talk About the Anniversary
Whelp- see this is why I don’t ever give teasers. here I THOUGHT I’d write both days last weekend and ended up not, as I took the time to detail clean my dad’s house/cabin while he was out of town visiting my brother. Evenings, mornings, and seven hours total later I had it sparkling… and got thanked for “straightening up a bit.”
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Completing the Story
Not The Week We Expected
I said something this week I have not said since May of 2024.
“I would like to get off this ride now.”
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Formatted for Jump Scares of Grief Talk in There Amidst the Remodeling and Other Musings…
The bathroom is sooo close to being done.
My contractor has been fitting me in around other projects these days. This one, with the mold remediation, old house surprises, and redoing the walls twice… he ain’t sending any kid to college on the profits from this project, that’s for sure. Functionally wise it’s been working for a while, so I’m not rushing him. Patience is a virtue and I’m not on the schedule for the historic district tour of homes with any set deadline to hit… so I’m a well of acceptance on the ever pushing timeline.
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the something garden 