We are here at Undisclosed Deux, like that is some big surprise, right?
After two very long weeks at the city, we really felt weird coming down here because it was, although it was like our vacation, never mind the fact that it is our home. We have been working on the grounds, planting things we have nursed from the old house and kept in the sun in the city.Now, we have to figure out other essentials, like a shed for the tools, and colorful shrubs that will give a pop of color next to the house.
We gave ourselves a Sunday morning off, and plan to attend a 6PM Mass at the church we normally attend.We figured we never get a chance to get to that Mass so since we are still down here, why not?
The girls are resting after a nice family walk this morning under the ceiling fans, and what’s even more amazing is that chores are even more palatable down here…
Go figure! LOL
It is the most dreaded day in my business.
The deadline for filing real estate tax appeals.
Today is the 29th time I have been through it and hopefully my
Jim tells me to look at it as entertainment, but to me it is a
sad reflection of the state of the city.
Today is one day I will more than happily leave behind me to
pack up to Undisclosed.
It’s been a somewhat rainy week.
While at Domicile 2, I try to work at least 1 box a day, so it is, indeed, a slow process. The fur girls have been patient, so Jim is taking us on a road trip to Undisclosed a little later today. I think I can safely say, the break will help us support mental health.
Have a good weekend!
So after nightly moving and packing at the old homestead, I am in the office.
What do you think is going on? Things are getting all moved around here. File
cabinets, mailboxes, cubicle walls….makes you wonder why.
Anyhow since there is no rest for the weary, I am going to tread on through
this 90 degree heat today with my Time-Life operator headset that STILL has
me sounding like I am talking through 2 tin cans, and carry on.
After all, isn’t that the British thing to do ?
The Shingleman household is still clenching teeth to start of the month of May,
waiting for stuff to get moving.
The wonderful conductor on my morning train this morning was having a rough start
to May too .He announced a wrong stop…gotta watch so his trolley doesn’t fall off the
May finds me still dealing with a zillion hours in the office dealing with issues,
and wistfully looking out the windows in the afternoon as my Queen Elizabeth solar doll
just waves on and on and…..
Here’s hoping May is a good go for us all!
Remember the beautiful sunset yesterday?
What a difference a day makes.
“A winter’s day in a deep and dark December…” was a line from a Simon and Garfunkel song. That was certainly the way day broke. Now it’s after 9pm and as I type this, I look out the window and see the snowy yard.
Punxsutawney Phil said an early spring.
In my attempt to enjoy time away from the office, and psych myself up for changes in the new year, I’d been spending leave times on every Friday, in order to bask in peace and quiet.
There’s only one problem with this: eventually time runs out, and I have to figure out quiet time for Shingleman and myself. Fortunately, there’s no jockeying time this week. The flip side is this is the first full week I’ve worked in a while.
No worries- next weekend is birthday weekend.