Where someone doesn’t like a book and I loose my noodles

I think I might have rambled on and on about how much I loved the book The Testaments. I might have just said a word or two. Or three.

Well, I ran into someone at work who…well, who didn’t like the book.

Now, things would have been fine if they had stated their opinion. I can agree to disagree with the best of them. But they had to put it down. They kept saying things that the book needed and should have included and how it wasn’t this or that or the other thing.

Yeap. I almost lost my noodles.

 

Where last week was a blur

I often hear on blogs that people are busy. They mention that they were just running around from one task to another and had no time for anything. I always wonder, what were they doing?

Well, this week was like that for me. I was running around like a headless chicken jumping from one task to another. Now, while this blog is not about personal details, I will give you a list of what it is that kept me so busy.

At my day job, I work with the public. They are lovely people but they are always needy. And it’s urgent and it’s the most important thing in the world and they needed it yesterday. While there are some people who have steeled themselves against those sad eyes and heartfelt pleas, I seem to believe everything they tell me….so, I end up trying to fix all their issues on top of the work I’m supposed to be doing.

At home, our house is giving us issues. We are in the process of selling and moving…and our well has decided to act up. Ours decided to give us water…with e-coli. One panic-stricken water test later, we’re tossing bleach into our pipes and well, wondering if we’re going to die. Believe it or not, the bleach didn’t seem to kill whatever was bothering our water, so we moved onto chlorine. And threw those tabs down the drains and the well for good measure.

The issue with that is that, while the chlorine is doing its job, we can’t use the water…

Fun week, right?

Still, check out this little guy. How adorable is that?

 

 

A quiet little town

I have mentioned that we’ve sold our house. It’s true. There’s a bright red sign on it shouting out to the world that it’s sold. So, we’ll be moving soon, to a new home in a new place.

We’re leaving our home and moving to a little, sleepy town north of here. Our new house is poky, full of character and nooks and corners. It’s surrounded by huge, old trees that have seen many stories and settled in a quiet street.

We were there today. Looking around the quaint little downtown area, getting a coffee and grinning like silly fools. It was mid morning and we were in the busiest area of town but something struck me as different in this sleepy little town.

It was the silence.

There was a woman walking three dogs that passed us and a man smoking a pipe with a shock of hair stuffed under his cap. There were some cars driving by but they were few and far between. Otherwise, nothing around made a sound.

It was so quiet.

Hubby and I chatted away, sipping our coffee dreaming of the day when he’ll work from our home in this quaint little town. We walked by small little stores full of oddities and a little old lady peering at a newspaper from inside a coffee shop. It almost as if time had stood still for this tiny little town.

The coffee was wonderful, the muffing we ate delicious but best of all, the very best of all, was the peace I felt. I can’t wait to live there.

A quiet morning

It’s a quiet morning here at the Akita house. I’m up because I’m an early bird and the akitas got up with me. Neither of them are morning doggies but they get up, reluctantly, because I’m up.

It’s Saturday morning, so by all rights, I should be sleeping but it’s dark outside and quiet. I love mornings like this. It’s as if the entire world is still asleep. It’s quiet, peaceful and still. There’s time to get a second cup of coffee or to linger over a book or to journal.

Mornings like this, I tend to give the doggies extra kisses and hugs. I kneel by their side and ask them if they had good doggie dreams. I kiss their soft furry heads and tell them what’s going to happen today. They blink, sigh, close their eyes and fall asleep.

River has had his breakfast and is back in dreamland. This is very early for him. Besides, he’s never been a high energy dog and he likes nothing more than to sleep by my feet.

Ocean is still considering her kibble. It doesn’t have anything special this morning and she’s not sure she wants to dignify the offering with her attention. Still, she doesn’t want River to eat it, so she’ll lay by the bowl and sleep there. Kisses given and compliments paid, she’s going to sleep. She is not and has never been a morning doggie. Eventually, I’ll have to take her food away, if only so that she can go back to her cushion and have a proper nap.

I’ll have to take get up and give her still more kisses and encourage her to eat her kibble again. If she refuses, then I’ll take it away. She’ll go back to her cushion then, for a more comfortable nap. River won’t leave my side, no matter how comfortable the cushion is. He’s pretty stuck on me.

There are a million things to do, emails to answer, bills to be paid and disasters to correct today. But they can all wait for a bit. Right now, things are quiet, I have a cup of coffee at my side and my lovely doggies at my feet. What else can a girl ask for?

Where we sold our house

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We sold our  house. It actually happened pretty fast, in just under 2 days we went from having it listed, to signing on the dotted line. It was a blur. Somewhere in there, we also bought a house.

Image result for witches houseThe new house is a bit of a…well, interesting purchase. It’s a victorian house. It has poky corners and interesting nooks and all sorts of odd pieces and bits. It also has a driveway that’s so inclined you could use it as a roller coaster and an indoor pool that neither hubby or myself know how to care for.

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Buying a house is not for the faint of heart. It’s a daunting task that takes you to many uninhabitable places and puts you face to face with tons of overly cheerful realtors. The experience left me more than a little confused. It’s hard to reconcile someone telling you that a rat-infested house is a great place to ‘build on’ while cockroaches run around your feet.

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You do get a house inspector to check over your purchase and, in theory, keep you from buying a dud. Ours was, of course, an odd fellow who seemed more interested in the cats roaming about than any structural issues. So now we have a house that we know is a great place for cats…and has a rather inclined driveway.

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Exhaustion and headaches aside, we’ve managed to buy a house and I’m now in the process of explaining the situation to our two fluffy pooches. Ocean is not concerned. She’s excited about the new garden and new smells. River doesn’t like change and is more cautious. He’s reserving judgement until he has spent a couple of days in the new house.

A new house? Does it come with new treats?

 

Selling a house with doggies

We’re trying to sell our house. Did I share that with you? It’s been crazy here, so I might have completely dropped the ball on that. Ahem! News! We’re trying to sell our house. Now, most people try to sell and then buy a new house. Not us. We went looking and found a house we liked and suddenly, wanted to sell our house.

Of course, the problem with our approach is that now we’re desperate to sell. Desperate because if we don’t sell, we lose the house we want.

In order to sell, we have to clean, clean and then clean again, we have to get rid of those quirky things we thought we’d use and haven’t and we have to fix everything that might be wrong with it.

This means we’ve hired a contractor to put a new shower in a bathroom, we’re painting floors and giving things away to anyone who so much as approaches the house.

As a child, moving meant new friends who didn’t know I was a complete geek. It meant we could eat out more. And it meant sneaking forbidden toys into moving boxes.

Now, I have explained we’re moving to our doggies, who seem completely relaxed with the entire idea. In fact, they seem a little too relaxed.

I might have to keep a closer eyes on our boxes.

Curious fact

Giraffes, it turns out, only need to sleep laying down about 30 minutes a day. They’re able to get the rest of their sleep while standing up. It might be because laying down is so laborious for them…

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Or it might be because it’s hard to keep those legs straight.

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Or it might be because it’s such a long way to the ground

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But the fact remains, they manage to doze while standing up.

Now, why am I rambling about this? Just jealous, that’s all. I really wish I could sleep standing up. It’d come in really handy at work.

New cushions

It’s that time of year again. Kids go back to school, the leaves change colour, the weather starts to get colder…and akitas get new cushions.

Ocean’s new cushion

River’s bigger

Yeap, sadly neglected these two.