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By: Paul S Cilwa |
Occurred: 1/16/2023 |
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| Hashtags: #Autobiography |
| Making a new home. |
| Estimated reading time: 2 minute(s) (288 words) |
I wasn't at all sure I would be able to fit my office chair into my car for transport.
But I did, if barely.
The room Jenny has given me has a bed and desk (which is what the office chair is for).
It did not have a dresser. So I ordered one from Amazon; it arrived and I assembled it
easily.
Because I am now living with small grandchildren, I needed something to keep my
medical marijuana in that would protect them from stumbling on something that would
be difficult to explain to such little guys. So I got a locking case for all the
various components (pipe, lighters, etc.) to solve that problem.
Jenny picked up a dog mattress that both Ella and Lilly love. This is unusual
because Ella usually prefers to sleep on the bare floor.
One of the things I love about living here is watching the kids (mostly Dominic) play
with the dogs.
And the dogs have quickly grown comfortable with their new porch, from which
they can enjoy fresh air and sunshine whenever they want. (This also relieves
me of having to walk them downstairs every few hours to go potty. Of course,
I still have to pick up their poop, but at least I don't have to go up and down
stairs to do it.
Not that there isn't much more to do, but I do feel like I've accomplished something, anyway.