One more today, since I`m still connected...
The new house smacked me tonight.
I was unloading stuff, and thinking how much like home it felt, and BAM! I turned around and there was the pointy newell post. In fact, I think it actually jumped up and bashed me.
I now have a huge black-and-blue mark on my arm.
I wouldn`t take this as too much of an omen, except the specific thought in my mind, seconds before the impact, was about the house and how glad I was to be moving in.
I think it was saying, "Girl, don`t get too uppity. This is a warning -- don`t take us for granted. Take care of us, or we won`t take care of you."
Us? Yeah, the new house is definitely plural. The upstairs and the downstairs are like two separate houses. And it was the downstairs that smacked me.
The upstairs, with its huge kitchen and polished wood floors, is happy and welcoming, and the downstairs.....well, I will put a bucket under the leak in the furnace room and get a dehumidifier, and keep the kids` toys and all of Hub`s junk down there (Hub is ecstatic that I am giving him the closet that is three times the size of mine upstairs).
And I will never turn my back on the newell post.
I was unloading stuff, and thinking how much like home it felt, and BAM! I turned around and there was the pointy newell post. In fact, I think it actually jumped up and bashed me.
I now have a huge black-and-blue mark on my arm.
I wouldn`t take this as too much of an omen, except the specific thought in my mind, seconds before the impact, was about the house and how glad I was to be moving in.
I think it was saying, "Girl, don`t get too uppity. This is a warning -- don`t take us for granted. Take care of us, or we won`t take care of you."
Us? Yeah, the new house is definitely plural. The upstairs and the downstairs are like two separate houses. And it was the downstairs that smacked me.
The upstairs, with its huge kitchen and polished wood floors, is happy and welcoming, and the downstairs.....well, I will put a bucket under the leak in the furnace room and get a dehumidifier, and keep the kids` toys and all of Hub`s junk down there (Hub is ecstatic that I am giving him the closet that is three times the size of mine upstairs).
And I will never turn my back on the newell post.
posted by L. at 9:19 PM
3 Comments:
Why does the universe do that? I'll be feeling really good, with a spring in my step and WHAP. Happens all the time.
Maybe it was intended as a love tap?
Nasty behaving newell post aside, the house sounds lovely. In a few days, the stress will hopefully feel like a distant memory.
Ray was doing fine this morning until he tripper over one of five neighborhood cats and went flat on his nose.
I think he's okay but I think it's the universe.
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