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Six Months Later

Six months after we last spoke to DHS and moved into the new house, I finally feel like I have time to catch my breath.  I didn't remember until Memorial Day that the month we moved in was the approximate 25th anniversary of the day my husband and I first met.  That made us feel better.

The outside of the new house is ready for summer, and the kitchen sink is installed and working.  The kitchen cabinets are coming along.  The herb and vegetable gardens are started, and we've planted a fruit tree and a few ornamentals to take notes on for next year.  The herbs took to their new spots much faster than they did in the 90% clay soil we've been gardening in, and I'm already using the tea herbs.  Now the tea tastes like it's supposed to taste.

We went to an Antiques and Collectibles show over the Memorial Day holiday to look for furniture.  It'd be much easier to buy everything new from a furniture store, but the Southern climate is unkind to cardboard, hot glue and compressed sawdust.  We picked up some 50s and 70s reproductions to go with the pieces that my grandfather made.  I found a vintage sewing table big enough to stash an afghan-in-progress inside, something I've been wanting for ages.  We got the girls a pair of poker table chairs from a remodeled Indian casino for their bedroom.  Children's beanbag chairs that look like they'd fall apart after two weeks if a child actually sat in them run $45 each.  These are made for heavy commercial use, look really nice, and cost $35 each.  You do the math.

The roof of the old house took some damage in the tornadoes.  We've talked to FEMA about it, but they're being stingy with everybody so I doubt we'll see anything out of it.

We've been spied on when we've gone back to the old house, although the spies tend to melt in the presence of a video camera.  The back doors been broken into repeatedly.  Things have been disarranged, and other things have gone missing.  The last time we went back the toilet was full of slushy human feces and maggots.  These bozos aren't even trying to disguise their trail.  "Harassment" is the nicest term I can think of for it.

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swordznsorcery
Jun. 11th, 2011 06:10 pm (UTC)
Chairs from a remodelled Indian casino sound like a great idea! The sewing table sounds cool, too. I realise you would rather that none of this was necessary, but I'm glad that things are looking up. Shame about the old place, though. I have never thought of myself as a vindictive person, but would it be terribly unpleasant to hope that the old neighbours have had their share of tornado damage too?

Here's hoping that there's a good summer ahead, anyway.
crabby_lioness
Jun. 13th, 2011 04:15 am (UTC)
They had a tarp on their roof, so....

Here's hoping that there's a good summer ahead, anyway.

Thank you. :)
raynedanser
Jun. 11th, 2011 08:48 pm (UTC)
Is there anything to be done for the harassment?
crabby_lioness
Jun. 13th, 2011 04:13 am (UTC)
Hope springs eternal.
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