more from the concrete few square yards. . .

so I can't sit in the swingseat, as it's been raining buckets and the wood is soaked

at least I remembered to bring the cushion in last night; it looks like it might be sunny this morning so maybe the wood will dry out later and I can go relax in comfort (not that sitting here, doing this, isn't comfortable)

two of my three best oldest girlfriends from Uni, who were my bridesmaids, have checked in - which is lovely (oldies but goldies, them both); dave sent me a very thoughtful card, which was sweet (and even vicus got in touch!) (well, not literally speaking) (oldies and greying the both of them, I suspect - altho I don't have the proof, it's just a suposition); my newest friend - Patrick - has checked in (he didn't know today was today, until last night). . .

The Teen said I'm "lame" (his response to my crying if I want to!) (he thinks I have the mind of a child) (I'll take that as a compliment) (but he's angling for the day off school tommorow, so he's restraining himself)

Middle One, who lives in a world of his own a lot of the time - which saddens me, as he is so lovely and I wish he'd invite me in - has forgotten what the day is. . .

Smallest Person is still fast asleep, I ought to get my act together and pack her lunch and wake her up

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ho hum
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I'm not all here, really

it seems strange that from tomorrow I'll be a homeowner again, so excuse me if I am somewhat distracted; all joking apart, I'm not overjoyed about the situation to be perfectly honest, but I just have to make the most of it, eh?

SHE wrote to me, which I thought was quite timely, and wondered if I wanted to go see her again, and I need to think about that - perhaps the paragraph above suggests it would be churlish not to. . .

and last, but not least, there is a squirrel sitting on the fence in the back yard looking at me very strangely!

PS
pinch punch
first of the month
and no returns. . .