Auntie Marsha came to help us unpack the boxes in the garage but most of them were books.
So the Bro was dispatched to the old house to pick up the boxes of dishes and glassware.
Ma went to work and left me in charge of the new house Jaws was once more sequestered in her new chamber.
I was very kind to Auntie Marsha she is gentle and sweet. We get along just fine.
I’m settling in well but I foresee that I may not get good trots for a while as Ma is preoccupied with arranging things. These past two days she’s just bunged us out in the years.
It will be a minefield of you know what but she says the yard needs fertilizer.
I’m looking forward to another day of getting to know the lie of the land.
Precious Peeps it’s PITS here to heave you over your humpty.
No matter what you are going through it cannot match what I’ve endured these pasts days.
Seven big burly men arrived on Monday morning at our house. Granny made me and the stinking Gizz stay in Dads chambers. These men took away almost all our things.
Granny and the Bro took off with them for hours.
When they returned and we were released Monday evening all that remained was a sofa, a chair, a TV and beds.
I was panic stricken but it got worse. These dudes returned Tuesday and took everything else including Dad and Granny.
Grandpa was left sitting home alone with us on one tiny kitchen chair. We watched the news for hours and hours and hours.
I was petrified that they would announce that Granny and Dad had been deported.
Finally at close to seven in the evening Dad arrived and took us out for our business. I was bursting.
I searched everywhere for Granny but she was no where to be found. I cannot live without Granny so I cried hard.
Dad then bundled Grandpa into the car along with my crate and finally squeezed me and the Gizz in and we took off.
We drove for ages and finally arrived at the new ranch. I hardly recognized it as it looked so good in the snow.
There we found Granny who looked like the Wreck of the Hesperus but she was smiling.
I kissed her profusely and she gave me a bowl of kibble.
All our stuff had magically reappeared in this little house and the beds were made.
After we had enough Chinese takeout to feed the five thousand I fell asleep and now I’m awake and realize that I wasn’t dreaming. This is for real we are all together again and it’s PERFECT!!
Given the amount of furniture we have this will be a multi day event.
Yesterday we did our best to get all Dad’s books into boxes but we ran out. So we had to leave some in shelves that we can move ourselves later in the week and create mountains of them from the big cupboards that only professionals can shift.
The niece and I spent the entire morning with Ma and the Bro working on this it was so exhausting.
The Bro then left for his coaching job and then Ma had to bake for the week as there is no way in the midst of all the mayhem of today that she’d make a good scone!
I am to be sequestered for the entire day in my Bros chambers with the niece. We may kill each other but we are keen to move to Marion as we have our fenced yard where we can run free.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow if I survive today’s melt down.
It would seem that the new routine means we rise at 4:30.
Friday it was to draw scale plans to place furniture and pack the car with a load of dishes.
This morning it is to make sausage rolls for Victorian Christmas.
I believe Ma may be contemplating moving all by her Todd Sloan to Bermuda and forsaking all contacts at this side of the Atlantic.
She is overwrought by an excess of books, dishes and furniture. This move is going to be like Alice going down that rabbit hole.
I’m past giving advice as she will take it from no one. Currently her modus operandi that surfaces under such stress is that everyone must follow her orders. If this does not happen she has a melt down that is not pretty.
To say I’m under pressure is an understatement.
Must rush as have been told to hurry up and get your pee done!!
Precious Peeps it’s your one and only Princess here to wing you into a wonderful weekend.
Only this weekend and next until the BIG man in the red suit comes our way.
I have written to him to let him know of my upcoming change of address.
In addition to Nylas I’m hoping for some very special gifts since I’ve been a very very very good girl all year.
In particular, and despite the nasty things he says about me I have left the stinking Gizzard’s jugular intact.
He doesn’t fully understand that at just one fell swoop I could take him into the midst of the angelic throng.
Oh well not to worry Santa knows all that and that I’m so sweet and kind and beset with beauty.
Be like me. Ignore anyone who speaks ill of you and focus on fun. Maybe go dancing or have a little fizz like Granny or just hang loose and let the wonder of the season bring a little spice to your life.
Love you all and we will talk next week on the humpty.
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