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Showing posts with label Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

ClassicBecky Nests In Her Treehouse


Now isn't this more elegant than typing on a keyboard in
sweatshirt and pajama pants?  Slower, but more elegant!

To my Faithful Readers:  I take my pen in hand to tell you that I am back from my offline adventures, happy to be rejoining all of you in cyberland.  I couldn't help but think of a favorite movie, Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House.  I don't look like anything like Cary Grant (thank heaven, since I'm a girl), and I don't have Mr. Blandings' apparently unlimited financial resources, but my experience has been similar.  I've spent the last couple of weeks selling a house, moving and making a new nest for myself.  It has been a move with some unusual complications (that really means it has been the lowest pit of hell), but I can at last say over and out to all the twists and turns in selling my house and finding my new apartment. I love it!  I'm up on the top floor of the building and feel like I'm living in the treetops.  Tall ceilings and huge windows -- it's just my style!  I sure look forward to doing some writing, and I will be lurking around your blogs and commenting on all of your work ...  one of my favorite occupations.  I'm glad to be reconnected while I finish feathering my new nest.