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Mud & Bleach

Woooooo! I did not mean to take a little mini blog vacation there. I’m still slowly chugging along on The Indifferent Stars Above and need to review my reread of Harry Potter BUT my dad is coming to town. Which means, lots of cleaning. That makes my house sound like a filthy mess but I assure you that’s not the case. Parents just have a way of finding that ONE thing you missed and pointing it out. I don’t think my dad does it on purpose, it’s almost always when discussing ways to renovate the house that something I missed pops up and frankly, I like a clean house when any guest comes to town. I like them to feel comfortable, at home and well fed, all thanks to my grandmother. She set the bar for hosting people and it is high.

As usual, it also coincides with a warm front making the yard a hot mess. Mud, mud everywhere. Especially on puppy paws every time they go out to do their business. So I clean, and I clean up again and curse the yard, several times a day.

I’m also willing to bet that my dad shows up sooner than expected. He gets excited and then shows up hours to days before planned.

Dear god, I heard this one far too often.


Anywho, I should be back to my regularly scheduled activity soon but I’m going to soak up the father/daughter time because I don’t get enough of it with him living almost 4 hours away.

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