House Log: Day 36 -
Oak trees drop more acorns than I could possibly have imagined. Sometimes they roll musically down the roof and ping off of the gutters, but mostly they’re annoying.
The squirrels have begun nesting in an attic space. As they are not rats and are unlikely to chew through my walls to eat my peaches, I’m adopting a live and let live strategy until spring. At that point, I will have them blocked out and the goddamn oak tree trimmed back so the furry little motherfuckers have to really want to make that leap.
Unexpected bills (heating oil WTF??? I was not prepared) mean waiting on furniture and stuff so I still have no couch and no area rugs. Dante doesn’t mind. He’s mastered the art of sliding around corners on the hardwood floors. Kaylee just stomps around like a small, angry, stompy old lady cat and refuses to come down the stairs.
I have yet to try my wood burning fireplace. Although, with the cost of heating oil, that may happen sooner rather than later.
It doesn’t really feel like it’s mine yet. And when I catch myself enjoying it, I have this weird knee jerk response of feeling guilty about enjoying it. IDEK on that but I’m assuming it’ll go away.













