Well dears, a rat died in my vent system. I know, yuck. And the smell is very special. Owning a house is, frankly, a pain in the ass. My tenant's BF is moving in and he has a solution to the smell, dead body, whatever. He seems like a great guy and he has PET RATS. Gawd. I'm just happy to have another person in my house. And he seems very capable and kind.
Diane arrives on the 2nd and we go immediately to Wenatchee to catch a ferry to Holden Village where I did trail work last summer. This time I'll be teaching forest bathing/meditation/trauma relief or some such. I really need to do a bit of prep before we leave. And joy of joys, my kids and grandson are all gonna be here for my birthday at the end of the month! Eden might even be here for 10 days. And Diane will be here too. I can't wait. I love all those people so much.
Well. Time to swim and go get my new glasses. I have a drawerful of glasses from yesteryear.
Chaplaincy starts up again in early March. I wrote a 'spiritual formation' paper and sent it in yesterday. It was supposedly a recap of last year. Ha! I think what I wrote was almost incoherent. Really.
1 comment:
I do indeed know the smell of a dead rat in the wall. It is not pleasant.
Sounds like a dream- knowing that all of your family and your beloved will be with you soon. Perfection.
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