Nope on the house. My bid was '3rd'. In this market, I have to be patient. Patient. Yeech. Actually ok.
And lowered expectations? When I bought my first house with a wee bit of money my mother left me, I asked for a tree. the house didn't even have a tree. I planted several during the five years I lived there. And this house, many trees and a ton of sweat. So, dear universe, grant me one more favor and send a house this way that I can fix up and care for and love. A house that will keep me warm and dry. And safe.
We had a babe this morning, in the tub. It was a lovely birth. Lovely. Lynn, my partner was there and my student. And I thought, I can't think of anyplace else I'd rather be at 2 in the morning.
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My sister is selling a house in Kent that is a bird sanctuary. I'm sure that it has a lot of trees, though I've never seen it. I can send you the details if you are interested.
Sure, do that. I'd love to hear about it.
I have been dreaming about houses. I go through this. They are so magical, these houses. I wish a magical house for you, dear Beth.
There must be something baby in the manger about that quiet hour, a magical, birthing hour - I remember the sun coming up on my first labour after it all went off the boil - at midnight I thought she was on the way, she didn't arrive til 3.40 pm - the disappointment of that early morning sunshine and bussle outside!
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