When something isn’t quite right my grand daughter Amy wails, “I cant like this!”
I have been on an emotional rollercoaster all week.The bloggies nomination has had me on such a high that I have been skipping around the house hugging myself with excitement.The counterpoint to that joy has been the pain of knowing that the new people would be moving into Mum’s house sometime this week as well.
It has been a big week.
Yesterday I was out on the balcony admiring the beauty of the morning and mentally composing a blog post when I noticed a glint of shiny metal in Mum’s driveway. It was a moving van, the new people were moving some of their stuff into Mum’s house.
All my words vanished with a pop and I wanted to wail like a three year old, “I cant like this!” I wanted to screech my displeasure at the injustice of it all.I wanted to tell them to go away, get out of my mum’s house. But most of all I just wanted my mum.
Today the real estate agent rang me asking if I had noticed the new people moving in and if there was a trick to getting the hot water running as they were having some problems. I offered to go down and see if I could help.
I dont think I can adequately describe how it felt to see their furniture in Mum’s house. It wasn’t quite as horrible as I had imagined it would be and sitting here trying to analyze how I am feeling all I can think of is relief. I am feeling less stressed, my shoulders feel lighter and I now have a small measure of closure.
I couldn’t help with the hot water and after some small talk I came home. It isn’t Mum’s home any more it is the new peoples house.
So this afternoon I sat down to write a blog post about Tasmania in reply to some lovely emails from my new American readers. Just as I was about to start writing the pigs escaped from their yard. Blue, the larger of my two girls just went through the hot tape as if it wasn’t even electrified and they are having a fine old time wandering about the place wreck rending. After following the pigs around for about an hour or so, to make sure they didn’t wander off the property and become somebody else’s dinner. I snuck inside for a bit of a rest and to grab my camera because if I was going to follow them all over the place, I was at least going to photograph them for you as well.
Pigs are really friendly, intelligent animals. They are supposed to have the cognitive ability of a three year old child. I can certainly vouch for the fact that they are able to get up to as much mischief as a couple of toddlers.
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So relieved that the move has happened and it’s going to be OK. I hoed that once the new folk were in there with their things it would stop feeling like Mum’s house but wasn’t sure this would be the case. Big sigh of relief 😉
Naughty piggies. Hope the damage wasn’t too awful. I suppose they were ‘fertilising’ as they wandered about lol! Better get some extra-hot wire . . . or maybe David might fancy doing a bit of drystone walling to make a solid enclosure.
Am glad you’re feeling a little bit lighter Kim. You’ll get there eventually. Hopefully. Hugs.
Isn’t it funny how often the sad, the funny and the OK get all mixed up together? LOL.
I’m pleased you’re feeling better about the house. It is painful. My parents sold their long time home, where I lived from age 10, about 10 years ago & since then I haven’t been able to drive by. It helps that one can’t casually pass by, but I am still not quite ready.
New furnishings .. new beginnings. Moving on is good.
Whenever I used to go passed ‘our’ houses in both cities where we lived in Zimbabwe/Rhodesia they were and still are, ‘our houses’ – even my cousin drove passed our original house when I was very small and referred to it as ‘your house’ – and told me of all the changes that owners have done over the years.
As for your piggies … they do look cheeky .. look at that ‘smile’ and flippy-floppy ears! 🙂
OF COURSE you can’t like it! I hope no one was expecting you to… if that’s so, they need to get on with it. ((hug))
I can’t imagine your fears of the pigs being someone else’s dinner are justified though LOL. My first thought at having a 200 pound pig wander through my backyard would NOT be, “Let’s kill it and eat some bacon!”
But maybe that’s just me. 🙂
Oh, I know it’s so painful but it’s a part of medicine that will teach you how to live with it. You have to take it even it’s taste horrible bitter and makes you feel fits of anger. She doesn’t live in her house any more but she will always live with you in your memory and the fact that you miss her and remember every single day let her live forever.
The part of her soul is in you, Veronica, Amy and others.
Is that pig winking? I’d swear that he looks like he’s up to no good…
I hope, at the very least, that the new people are nice. And that they take care of her place.
I’m sure your pigs are tidier than my twins!
I think the piggies just wanted to run down and give the new residents in your mum’s house a proper welcome, or something. I wonder if they have any idea how intrusive they’re being (movers-in, not piggies). I hope they take good care of the house and tread softly, at least at first.
Small steps sometimes can be giant leaps. Just remember one at a time. I hope the new people take care of the house and the piggies stay out of trouble.
Eventually the rough edges will be less sharp, it’s a first step, from now on it can only get better. (((Hugs xxx)))
The pigies look like they’re having so much fun!!
Your pigs look like they’re deliberately going off, one in each direction, so that you don’t know which one to follow. Maybe they’re trying to take your mind off things.
“I can’t like this!!!” I love that, it’s so profound in 4 little, tiny words. Leave it to Amy to give words to so many emotions. I’m glad it wasn’t as horrible as you thought it would be. Baby steps.
Those pigs are darned cute and for your sake I hope they are NOT as smart as a 3 year-old human… because I’ve got a 3 year-old toddler running amok and having pigs up to no good like that would make me want some bacon right now.
By Golly those are some FINE looking pigs. I think a spider friend of a little pig by the name of Charlotte would totally agree! I am so glad you are once again posting and “shooting”. I enjoy your pictures. Oregon,USA isn’t so far away when I take a cup of cocoa, and look at your work. Your Friend in Portland, Oregon
Colleen
Cheeky piggies! Now they’ve found the way out there’ll be no stopping them. Keep that camera handy.