Yes, yes... I know I haven't written anything in a month. I didn't have anything exciting to say. But now I'm getting a door - a real back door! This could be my motivation to stay here. That might sound strange to anyone who hasn't been to my house.
It does seem odd to me that I rarely go into my back yard just because I don't have a back door. But it's true. I guess that extra 25 or so steps is just too much. It could be a nice back yard, and will probably turn into one now that I will be able to get there.
It's one of those things I wish I would have done right away. I knew I wanted a back door. I just didn't know what all I could get away with. Also, at first Lulu was okay with a door, so I was waiting for her to pay for it. Then all of a sudden she didn't like the idea. So I have to sneak it in, and pretend that I did it when she was into it. That might seem wrong, but even if I don't stay here forever, I'm sure the next person will appreciate it.
You might think, "but won't she notice?" No. She will not notice. She hasn't been here in the two years I've lived here. She barely goes out of her house. She hardly even goes out of her room in her own house. So, I am no longer worried about that.
This has given me a sense of contentment also. I can do just about anything around here without having to worry about it. Before, I was afraid to change things around. As long as it's always improving, it's okay. Lulu's friends will only say, "Hey, it's looking nice around here." And Lulu will be happy. And I will be happy.
It's not that I want to be sneaky, it's just that I don't like to have someone looking over my shoulder, and I don't like to ask for permission for everything I do, and I don't wish to explain my every action. I have tried since I moved here to make the property look better. It's a big property and has taken a lot of time just to get it somewhat maintainable. My back yard is the worst of it, because, you know, there's no way to get to it. <grin>
I wish I would always take before and after pictures. When I moved here, everything was a disaster. The house was full of rot, animal feces and urine (mouse, cat, dog), there were four bins of rotting garbage in the driveway (A bin being one of those big 4'x4' fruit bins) and Lulu's house - oh my - I only have the picture in my head, and it's bad.
Everything is not perfect now, but it's better. Probably only me and my Dad have memories of the "before."
So I'll try to get pictures taken soon. Hoping they'll be the "before it got really pretty around here" photos.
