PACKING


What are you doing?
Packing.
Why? When you aren’t moving?
I have to get ready to move. Besides, a house sells easier when it is empty because the people can see the house.
But if you put your stuff in the barn, then they can’t see the barn and what are you going to do if you want to use something that is packed away?
I’ll worry about it then.
Where are you going?
I don’t know yet.
I think you are doing it backwards. You always do things backwards. Why are you moving?
I love this house but it is too big to keep clean. I want to force myself to sell my collections by moving into a smaller house. I don’t need a barn or 11 1/2 acres or a house of 3500 sq feet. There is only two of us and my husband doesn’t take care of himself so I expect he will die soon.
What a terrible thing to say! But, I suppose it is good to be prepared. All your collections? Good grief! Why did you buy them then?
Because I was trying to buy happiness. I did get happiness for a few minutes but now we don’t have money because of it.
You are so cheerful today! You know how real estate is now. You will lose a fortune selling now.
I’ll feel lucky if I sell it. I suppose we could just walk away but then where would I live? As it is – we are buying down (I hope) and will have a down payment.
What about your dogs?
Well, I won’t pack them into the barn of course!
I mean your dog figurine collection!
Packing.
Your enamel cream and green and the utensils that match and the Glenwood Stove that goes with them?
Packing.
What about your white ironstone?
Packing.
Your mirrors and crystals?
Packing.
Your shells?
Packing.
Your capo-de-monte?
Packing.
Your fox-hunting items?
Packing.
Your books?
Packing.
Your flower pictures?
Packing.
There will only be furniture left. Are you sorting through the furniture?
Yep. Some, I’m packing.
Your jade flowers?
Packing.
Your antique maps?
Packing.
Your crockery?
Packing.
Are you trying to hide your life in the barn?
Might as well. No one knows I’m here anyway except my daughter.
Well, your husband certainly knows you are here!
Not necessarily but we won’t go into that.
Are you going to pack yourself into the barn?
Nah. Then who would I talk to? Besides, I have a reunion to go to on the 19th and someone has to take care of the dogs.
Oh. Well you missed a shelf of dogs up there.
Yes, better get back to work. After packing comes the cleaning. I do so hate cleaning because of my allergies.
True. I think everyone except your older sister hates cleaning.
Yes. She is in Alaska now cleaning for her daughter.
Well, it’s been nice.
Yes.

Rainbow Bridge

This post is to all the dogs I have lost through Face Book. All the dogs that I have come to know. Their actions, their looks, their quirks, their illnesses and the love that their owners give them. This blog is the most painful I have ever written because I am thinking back, although I am trying not to. Face Book has such a plus by letting me know the dogs and their owners and their happy times. Their celebrations, their birthdays, their wins if they show. Their people that love them, their silly outfits, how they look when they are a mess and how proud their parents are when they are groomed. All the times that an owner wants advice and all the replies that are received, right or wrong and when one gets sick how everyone kicks in to help and how everyone feels so helpless because there is nothing they can do but give advice. This blog is for all the old ones that have had a wonderful life and all the young ones that have had something horrible happen to them and their friends get sick to their stomach and think, “what if that were my loved one” or “remember when that happened to my baby?” This post is to all the friends that hurt for dogs we have lost through Face Book.

I believe that puppies are harder to raise than children. Am I crazy? Probably, but think about it. My puppy is almost one year now. Not only does she get into everything but she is faster than I am. She understands some words and definitely understands the meaning of my tones but even though I have spent many professional years and un-professional years with dogs there are times that I cannot understand her as much as I listen. I can never really get angry with her because she loves me so much and tells me this every day in her eyes. She doesn’t cry when she wants something or when she has gas, in fact she hides it when she feels bad so it is very hard for me to know even when she needs to go to the Veterinarian with her. I can’t run to the neighbor to say “gee! guess what Karla did to day!” In fact my neighbors would think I was stark raving mad (as my family does). Everyone loves babies. Not everyone loves puppies.
Carla wid a K has been going through some changes. I’m not sure whether they are due to her age or just because she lives with me. Last week we had a tremendous thunderstorm which came out of nowhere. Now if I watched TV or listened to the radio or had a fancy phone it would not have come out of nowhere and we would probably have been somewhat prepared. If I had known it was coming the dogs and I would be sitting on the cellar stairs cowering and just waiting but no, Karla was playing in the burrs and guarding against invading chipmunks (she lowers her voice when guarding). She has been very brave since going to the dog show in Colorado! I was folding clothes and the other three were with me. THAT’S when I should have noticed something was going to happen because Spider was starting to shake and Sam and HarryIt were keeping close. Usually they don’t hang out with me in the laundry room. All of a sudden the rain started coming down and one minute later there was a “CRACK!”. The loudest thunder I had ever heard. Even Paul, who likes to watch thunder storms called down to see if all was all right. Then I noticed that something wet was trying to crawl up my body. Poor Karla was drenched and shaking and had reverted to her baby self. I dropped the shirt I was folding and noticed the other three were gone, probably under a couch, grabbed a towel and picked up my big baby and cuddled her. She is obviously still upset because when the fireworks went off last evening she was shaking and sitting on my lap. So much for chipmunks. This may be somewhat of a blessing because I’m tired of running out and throwing toads out of the pen.
I’m feeling much better in the foot and back areas and have continued painting the bath downstairs. I’ve been boxing a few collections and have called a cleaner for the house (who hasn’t returned my call) for preparation of putting the house up for sale again. This is so fun. If someone wants to come view, I have to grab the dogs and go for a ride and keep the house clean at all times. However, if it sells, at least we will have some things packed. I don’t want the movers to pack, just move. We have looked at two houses close to my daughters. One, looking through the windows, was adorable with cathedral ceilings and wainscoting. And, a loft. I’ve always wanted a loft for the bedroom or my office. A little pricey but maybe could talk them down. It even had a wood fence around the back yard to keep the dogs in and only 2 acres in the middle of fields to care for. However, visiting showed some problems. I think it was made of cardboard and the finished basement was drenched, with water on the walls and showed repairs to the ceiling from water problems. Cross that one off.
Then we visited another close to my daughter which was built in the 1870’s. Very sturdy with a few problems to fix inside. In fact, on top of the one car garage connected to the house were two rooms that had not been re-modeled and looked like they were ancient so had much potential. However, it had only one acre and was in the suburbs of Rochester (which are growing) and they had divided the land up so that the barn was not ours but was filled with cars, trucks, boards, trash and the entire house needed re-siding. To many “ifs” and “Maybes” for us to risk so we passed on that one also.
We were a great deal shy because of what is happening around our house. Both houses showed why it was that we bought where we are now. However, things change. We have a garbage disposal outfit across the street to the west that was very small when we moved in and has added three other disposal businesses to it so it runs day and night. Although, initially they had to keep their equipment under roof in the evening, the town wants the taxes and doesn’t pressure them to do so now. To the east moved in a hound kennel so there is the lovely baying sound day and night. Although I have complained about the noise, what are you going to do? Rubber band their muzzles? Now they have built a migrant camp that we look at from our back porch to the East also. When we went to the town meeting about that one, we were assured that we would not see it from our house.
We have received notice that a machine shop will open to the North of us. Town meeting is the 8th but what can you do? Obviously they have been approved because they are remodeling the building and have their signs up. And this is in an agricultural zoned area so variances have been approved for all. When I think of the trouble I had to open an antique shop in my barn I could just cry.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch I keep hearing the kittens but not seeing the kittens which is driving me insane. Luckily I’m just hearing the kittens complain a little when Mama leaves or complain a little until they get that teat. As for the kitten food in the barn, the chipmunks are running around with very fat cheeks and we will probably be finding stashes of kitten food for a year in things like our snow blower and swinging chairs. My older Sister has been in Alaska with my nieces children. They will now find out how bossy my older sister is! I miss her.
I actually sold an item on Etsy (D.A.YanceyRecollections) and someday am hoping to sell just one postcard (even though the postal rates are high on Bidstart (same store name) but, I need, need, need to get more stuff on line to sell.
ONE GREAT THING! A friend of mine sent me a whole booklet of old black and white pictures of the main Camp at Goose Pond being built. And, yep, there is my older sister and I and Vincent (he’s the one that Dad told us pulled the moon with a string when we were driving up there) popping something in my mouth. Probably to shut me up which I’m going to do right now.
Noodles!