The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

Termites and Sweet Corn

Recap of a crazy woman’s life…

Ellen is now 14!!! We took a four headed picture in front of this alley mural downtown. It’s life imitating art, I know I’m brilliant.

I wish I had more time to post some good stories, but it’s hard to type while I’m holding up the dining room wall with one hand. You see, last night as I was ripping down the wallpaper I discovered a pretty major termite infestation. Now I’m certain I have little crawly termites all over my body and especially in my bed, but I’m not paranoid, honestly I’m calm and rational and I’m surrounded by small slimy creatures, they’re all over me and my house!!!! What’s that? Did you see that? Is that a bug? ARHGGGG!
And to give you a little background about where my craziness originates, check this out. Some of you know a weee bit about this sordid detail of my past, but you never had any actual proof. Well, this should spell it out nicely.
ps. I’ll understand if you can never look at me the same again.

Next Tuesday


“It’s Tuesday, Grommit.”

By this time next week I’ll be done unloading our U-Haul. We can take possession of the house at 8:00am on Monday and no sooner. But, before that happens I have to get a couple of my kids up, dressed, fed and delivered to school by 7:30am. A school they’ve only seen from the window of our minivan. That little detail is causing me some serious anxiety. I know they will be fine, but the thought of dropping my kids off in an unfamiliar place makes me want to hurl. Would it be too weird if I followed them to all their classes?
Ellen is going to be playing volleyball for the first time evah. The school’s junior high team had 16 girls and they needed more girls on the JV team so that’s where they put Ellen. Did I mention she’s never played before? Evah? No, nevah. Her first practice is….you guessed it, Monday. So, here we go, plunging right in.
I’m going to wear some deep ruts in that driveway with all the back and forth, back and forth, forth and back that I’ll be doing this year. Lord, have mercy.
The picture of the drive was taken from atop the tree fort, where I’m going to hide next Monday, so I won’t have to help unload the U-Haul.