The little cottage is getting less cluttered, I’m happy to say. That helps with the feelings of doom and gloom. I talked to one of my new (and short term) neighbors who lives in a red house with a beautiful garden (and oh I covet it so) and she told me that this place gets called The Chicken House. Apparently it once belonged to the house next door and was the building for canning and storing and keeping chickens (out back, I suppose). But no one knows for sure. Everyone in the neighborhood says, “oh, that place is so sweet”, but they’ve never lived here.
Making the best of it.
And getting out of town. We went to my parents in Illinois for the weekend and drove into Chicago on Saturday to take Dulcie to the Shedd Aquarium. I wanted to go to the Field Museum and look at mummies and T Rex bones but I was outnumbered. Dulcie was pretty amused by all the fish and I found my new favorite thing in the sea: garden eels.