So, my mom and I went back to the cottage today and got all the rest of the stuff that was there. It's clean, the fridge is cleaned out, the trash is at the curb, and the keys are locked in the designated key-leaving location. I'm still paying the utilities for tomorrow, but beyond that, I'm officially out of the little house.
I was looking around today realizing, it really is pretty tiny.
And there was enough dog hair on the floors to make a whole new dog.
I think it was a good place to be, for the year. Mags of course LOVED the dog door (I never did find her Kong. I assume it's buried in the back yard somewhere. Along with at least one bag of walnuts and a Parmesan cheese container, which I found in the dog run today). I liked the freedom of the dog door. And I liked living where I was, for the year. I really especially liked it when Sparrow was right next door.
But, I had to leave, and, I like this, too. It's nice to be back, and it's doubly nice to have just moved somewhere but still know where everything is...
The dog walker came by yesterday evening. Boy, was Maggie excited to see him! He's going to be taking her out on the weekdays in the early afternoon. Because I may have most of my weekends next year, but I suspect my days are going to be looooong. He was pretty excited, too. He really likes Maggie...I mean, who wouldn't, but, really.
Will put some pictures up soon of the new place, messy and full of boxes though it may be. Don't worry, Carol!
But, for the meantime...I think there's a bed in my future...