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June 2020

Social Distancing. Week 12

Days 85 – 91.

The Week When Everything Changed

I’m going to switch up my usual format of kittens, social distancing, nutrition, blahblahblah.

Because this week, everything changed.

I sold my house. I sold my farm.

I’m heading to the Pacific Northwest, to live nearer to my 4 adult children (don’t think you can get away from me that easily, my pretties).

And it’s been a remarkable experience.

I’ve had the house on the market since April. I had attempted to sell it last summer, and tried an auction, since the property is unique, and rural, and hard to comp. That was not even close to successful, not because the place isn’t totally wonderful, but because farm living, in an 80-year-old cottage, is not for everyone.

You have to love the solitude. You have to love the animals. You have to love the land, and the quirkiness of the cottage, and the history of the barns, and the work to maintain it all. I do. And I found a buyer who does too.

Of course, there are a thousand things that can scotch up the deal before it goes through, but that’s universal when the sale of real property is involved.

I’ll post more about the whole process as it develops. There’s no doubt there is a touch of the bittersweet. If you’ve read much of what this blog contains, you know I’ve enjoyed every moment of living here. But I’m beyond excited, ecstatic really, to begin this part of my journey.

In other news, we had a delightful 3 days with the grand. We ordered a 15-yard dumpster to clean out the barns and I’m mortified that we filled it. My honey picked up a new gig in NYC for the next 12 weeks. Did I mention I sold my house?

So here’s this week’s barrage of photos. I know it’s not the usual daily report. I’ve got packing to do.

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A little canine on feline canoodling at Freethought

A little Americana with PopPop.

Don’t even tell me you’re getting tired of kitten videos.

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Remember this family? The kids are almost grown now.Β 
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Sunset walkabout
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I like my kittens windowsill-sized

 

Oh, we’re still in a pandemic, Black Lives Matter, and it’s 141 days until the election.

And I’ve sold my house.

Thanks for reading.

Social Distancing. Week 11

Monday, June 1. Day 78

Start with a carpenter bee. Add its drilled hole in the deck.

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I know. The light and angle are terrible.

Add a woodpecker at 6am.

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There you have a delicious meal of carpenter bee larva for said pecker.

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And a nice little mess on the deck.

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That’s how my Monday started.

 

Tuesday, June 2. Day 79

Need to head back down to Atlanta to check on my folks for a couple of days. You know you’re not going to read a blog post without seeing pics of the kittens:

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Helping me pack

Wednesday, June 3. Day 80

Spent the day driving down to south Atlanta. This billboard is in Dalton, GA on Interstate 85. If we flip Georgia in November, I might have to reconsider my belief in the supernatural.

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I’ma have to ask for a citation

Thursday, June 4. Day 81

The new phone I had ordered for mother had arrived, and we spent the day getting it set up and getting her comfortable with it. It’s a struggle, but she tries so hard, and was able to order her groceries on the Publix app and get her delivery set up. Progress!

My dad, electrical engineer and retired Delta pilot, would like a book about how iPhones work. I teased him a little, til daughter Glenda found “iPhones for Seniors” available to purchase. Ordered and shipped.

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Sweet mother

Friday, June 5. Day 82

Drove back to TN. Listened to My Favorite Murder podcasts all the way back. My honey had steaks on the grill as I rolled into the driveway. Summer has arrived in the south – hot and muggy, and just waiting for mosquitoes. But that also means tomatoes on the vine and lightning bugs, so I’d call it a wash.

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Saturday, June 6. Day 83

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Still no names.

 

Sunday, June 7. Day 84

The end of another week of social distancing. We’ll continue to isolate, and restrict our interactions. I miss the kids more than I can say, but I chat with them often and they’re all managing as well as to be expected.

The farm is beautiful – garden is blooming, grass and fields are green and lush, birds singing and tweeting, bees buzzing, oblivious to the utter chaos and pandemonium our nation is experiencing.

Black Lives Matter.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

 

 

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