I finally resigned myself to the fact that some of these trees near the house needed to come down and that I was going to have to pay someone to do it. A couple of them were already dead inside and it was only going to be a matter of time before a storm or strong wind knocked them over and sent them through my roof. So, I consider this rural renewal. I wish I could tap into some of that gov'ment assistance money, a grant or something. The other new development: so, Mal moved to Carrboro with an old friend of his to be closer to his job and further from his parents. I was so sad to see him go that I moved Jon into his room and took back my crafting hidey hole. WELL, then Bert got accepted into the ultrasound technology program at Johnston Community College and decided it would be financially prudent to move back home for a couple of years. That's all well and good, but I refuse to relinquish control of my newly re-acquired personal space again. We considered putting her in the living room, which we had done once before when we had all the kids living here. That didn't work out for a couple of reasons: 1. the TV had to go into the bedroom and since I go to sleep at 10pm and Mike likes to sit up and watch TV until 2 or 3 am...the arrangement was not conducive to good marital relationships. And 2. Bert likes her evenings quiet for study and reading, so when Mike is recording bands or rehearsing in the studio, the noise level is pretty intense. To make a long story short (too late!) we had to add a new room. Of course, the addition had to be within our very limited budget. Hence, the acquisition of a FABulous new (used) camper. I'm sorry to say Bert is horrified at the prospect of living in a trailer. I think she needs to get over herself. The girls has champagne taste on a beer budget. As my father has often said, "Poor people gots poor ways." So true, so true... Once I get the pink plastic flamingoes and garden gnomes it will look great and everything will be just fine.
