A place to put my stuff

After a few delays, I finally moved my “stuff” to my new place. Yay! As usual, things didn’t go as smoothly as planned. The morning that I was planning to finally get my furniture (i.e., bed – it’s nice to have a place to sleep) to my new place, Francis had a different idea. While walking the dog, a garbage truck went by and he decided, “I have to catch that.” So he ran, and I found myself propelled toward the road into oncoming traffic. Fortunately, he turned and started running alongside the truck just in time, somewhat like a wild horse in a sappy movie. Meanwhile, I was holding on to the leash so tightly that it pulled around my index finger, allowing me to experience my first broken finger. (Yes, there is a trainer on the way.)

Nevertheless, I’m excited to finally be settled here and I’ve found a nice new use for the fireplace. Nothing says “home” like unpacking the books.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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