|My new desk, where I am writing this post!|
|View of our backyard from my bedroom window!|
While there are many perks to this backyard-with-a-fence thing, in adition to the barking neighbors, we ran into a bit of trouble on Monday. Warning, this is kinda gross. I have been letting Isis play out in the yard for short periods of time with me being inside. This works well because I can watch her play from my desk in my room and mostly keep an eye on her. On Monday, I saw her jump at / bat at a bird. I didn't think much of it, because, c'mon, a bird is going to get away from her with it's wings... right? A moment later, I noticed she was intensely digging/exploring in a part of the yard she hadn't really been interested in yet, so I went outside to check on her. As I emerged, she excitedly picked up something in her mouth and joyously began sprinting all around the yard. The item in her mouth was grey-brown, and I hoped she had just found the most exciting stick on the planet, but once I got close enough to inspect the situation, I found out I was wrong. To my horror, my little girl was carrying a dead bird around in her mouth. EWWW. ISIS, WHAT THE HELL??? I was not pleased. I eventually got her to drop the bird and go inside, and then had the pleasant task of disposing of said bird. Seriously hoping this does not become a common occurence.
Although I have technically lived below the Mason-Dixon Line for my entire life, even in Durham I didn't feel like I was truly "in the south." Yesterday, I knew for sure that we were truly amoung southerns when my roommate and I went to purchase a farmhouse table off of Craigslist. We got the top strapped to her car just fine (our husbands would be so proud), but the base of the table was shaped in a way that we couldn't balance it on the car without hiting the windshield. Luckily, the next door neighbors of the people who were selling us the table had a truck, and the man who lived there was willing to drive the table base to our house for us. Yes, it was only a half mile away and took him less than 10 minutes, but as I watched him strap in our table, I knew I was finally, truly, in the south.
|We successfully attach the top of the table...|
|We have a table. And one chair.|