Messy

7:10 a.m.

This morning it is raining and not in the upper 80's or low 90's, and it feels very much like fall. Thank goodness.

Did you have a nice weekend? After the dog blow, which felt very much like someone breaking up with us, (I particularly loved Swistle's comment, which is precisely what my husband said when I told him the news) we spent our weekend going to see J's parents for his birthday briefly and then coming back here to dig our way out of piles of dishes and laundry. We weren't there long, but somehow we were there long enough for them to decide to hack a tree out of a ditch and make us bring it back here, so we could plant it in our yard. Which is cute and nice, but it's October and the tree received some pretty big root damage in the hacking. I'm pretty certain it didn't survive the four hour drive back in the trunk. Now it's pathetic and wilty in our back yard, all Charlie Brown Christmas tree reminiscent. Another highlight of the weekend was getting stuck in traffic on the highway (due to a really horrible flame-ridden wreck less than a mile ahead of us, which, ugh, terrible) for around an hour and a half, during which time people got out of their cars and acted like general jackasses. At one point I did make a quick jaunt into the bushes/weeds by the highway because I seriously thought I was going to wet my pants, but I realized that everyone was staring at me and there wasn't enough cover, so I whimpered and galloped back to the car and held it, because I am an adult. Another highlight was when the dog people emailed again yesterday to offer the names of some shelters in their town, and to say, again, good luck with our search. Hmph.

That really was about it, other than trying to clean up the mess that happens when a) you live in a tiny house and b) you are ridiculously busy for a week. I remembered, Thursday evening, when I crawled into bed and the contents of drawers were spilling onto the floor, of which no actual floor was visible, and the dishes were precarious, and everything was messy and chaotic and tumbling and stacked everywhere, that I really really really like having a wreck of a house. I don't know why I spend so much of my time battling my natural tendencies to be a big fat slob, but I do. I think it's partly to prevent losing crucial items at crucial times, and it's partly to be sanitary, and it's partly because, geez, I can't live how I'd like to because that would be in squalor. So I battle nature, and attempt to keep everything clean, or at least tidy. However, Thursday night when things were truly in chaos, I felt myself sighing a little happy sigh of contentment as I fell asleep while looking at the huge mess on the bedroom floor.

Love,
black sheeped