Well, I fell off of a cliff and died. Proverbially.
But here I am! Invitations completed, a few personal dramas circumnavigated, more books read, and the weather hotter than balls.
Three weeks until Richard's here, and before that, staff training to plan and term schedules and cleaning out the mismanaged lot that was once my once-über-tidy shack.
Molly has passed, and now RosePup. Very sad day that was, though we still have a tiny bit of hope that Rose could be returned— no real sign where she went, but there are enough coyotes and snakes to have done her in, theoretically, though its strange she wasn't harmed by them before. Hopalong has tallied up three encounters with porcupine quills to the face and has cost us well over $300 for that fact. Little snot.
Had another job lead with an environmental non-profit which would have been better for Richard's green card status and our poverty levels, but AmeriCorps has taken precedence. It's just going to be a tight year, and a couple of uncomfortably close months with some lucky members of my family..
(And here's the outside wording for them there invitations.)
