...hey fat boy

Quit pooping in my yard! That's what I'd tell Mr. Raccoon if I spoke Racoonese. Aren't raccoons only supposed to come out at night? I am sitting here - granted, it is early but it's no longer dark out - sitting here at the kitchen table thinking about what to write and here comes this fatty wobbling along sniffing my lawn in broad daylight.

I would think they'd be more like cats. Don't cats like to find an out-of-the-way place to poop? I know our neighbors' cats prefer our plantings along the front of our house as a litter box over the middle of the lawn where Mr. Raccoon seems determined to lay his load. Honestly, the middle of the lawn? There's no cleverly mowing around that.

And when he finished he walked up towards the garbage and recycling at the top of the driveway. I was about to risk waking the children and go out to yell at him in English when the paper boy came by and scared him off. Oh, did I say paper boy? I meant paper man. It's so hard to find a good job in this town.

But wildlife, and waking up too early with the sun, and paper men will all soon be a distant memory. We got an offer on our house at last and our offer on the little house of our dreams was accepted!! We move at the end of June and I am so looking forward to what this new house will offer. No more stairs for one thing! There are so many wonderful details about the new place and I will enumerate them later. For now, we're still entertaining other offers on our house which means we have to continue to clean and vacate at all hours of the day.

Someone else is coming this morning so I've got to get busy getting ready.