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Im finishing the move today, some of the stuff that Im moving to the house rather than with me. High to be in the 90s. Im already hot and tired, and crying. Yesterday I was carrying some pots of roses up my stairs when I dropped one of them. The pot scraped my shin and bled all over. This has not been a good week. Let me say it again, I hate moving.
Two pics of the dock, looking straight down from my kitchen balcony:
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As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons...be cheerful; strive for happiness - Desiderata
Last edited by girldetective; 01-18-2010 at 03:13 PM..
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