October 3, 2013
The GPX 5000 Minelab metal detector has a buyer and a back-up guy in case something goes awry. The Grand Piano sits mocking me in the basement, no one interested in the dime-a-dozen used piano market. The small Stihl chain saw nearly started a price war but it is out the door and we are onto the next hot item-the steel blue barely used couch and chair. The oak dining room table can be set for a family of eight so I am hoping to convince the masses to buy it. The billiard table wreaks havoc with the décor yet it is too humungous to deal with now. Where is the motorcycle gang when you need 'em?
Minca has clots of hair falling from her ancient body. She purrs in ecstasy while I mangle her thick neck and gather the hair into both hands. She was my lap companion for many years while I was a Hospice volunteer in this house and yet, would swipe me with indignation if I pet her for too long. Now she is old and mellow. I can maul her to my delight and she doesn't flinch. The dog has now taken over my bed and flings fur around like crazy. She is also coated with extra fluff and tends to leave a drift of white hair in her wake. Just like home.
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