New House

Date: 10/4/2022

We moved into our new house (which is our current of 30+ years). I love it so much it is the house I dreamed of, the house of so many secret rooms. I'm so tired. There are rats in the garage shaking the walls but nobodycelse sees them so Icsay nothing. Too tired to deal with rats. Peter is in the garage, moving the old furniture in. There are two giant armchairs and a chesterfield covered by white sheets, good sheets. WtF? "I don't want furniture in the garage! This needs to be a workspace to make a mess." G agrees. He has a lot of plants. He is moving my favourite glass panel book shelf against the recycling boxes and garbage pails. "No!" I shout, but he thinks I'm being a bitch. I am going inside, but as I leave, Bruce and a bunch of hillbillies climb out of their car with beers in their hands. "Seriously, you're drinking in your car?" I'm not even trying to be polite with these guys. "I only blew 3..." "So who cares about the children you kill?" I walk in the house and slam the door. They're not coming in. I'm mad enough to go back out there and yell some more.