I’m kind of at a loss on what to write for this post. I’ve been away so long and can’t think of anything interesting to say. Not one word. Not one idea. When I’m like this about writing posts, words from a friend comes to my mind.
“If you saw a cockroach walking across the floor, you would write about it.”
I have no cockroaches in my house.
You might consider that a blessing, but what do I write?
About Millie? She’s definitely into everything. Silly and sweet. Ornery and a menace. She met her three collie cousins last week and well she didn’t get it—that she’s a dog, too. I think my sister felt sorry for her, but Millie needs to be with other dogs even if they are BIG collies who are so sweet and good and want to be her family.
She tried to ignore them.
After a long vacation, I went back to work. Nothing new there. I’ve done this every year for twenty-five years. We have tons of new employees this year. The dynamics of a school district. Revolving door, sometimes.
I could talk about trying all summer to get new flooring installed, because I had a wall blown out, but was told “Not so fast”, by Lowes. You will “probably” need new floor joists and all floors need to be ripped out and replaced with new plywood, to create flat floors, they said.
Okay. I need to get a contractor. Need to get the work done. Oh and save more money. Right now, I have duct tape, taped between the gap of the two floorings to prevent falls, I hope. It looks great. Not.
If only I had a cockroach to write about.
If you’ve not been there, I have a new post at The Ruralhood. It’s a foul story, okay fowl.
That's all I have, folks.