Turn of season

I just got back from two weeks of business travel and am getting myself reacquainted with the state of The Manor. Here's what's going on:

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We got a new piano! It's an antique inlay baby grand that we found at an estate sale two houses down from us. We had a professional come to evaluate it for quality and price, and they confirmed it was a good deal. Right now, it's really out of tune, but we'll fix that once the piano has had another week to acclimate to the space. 

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Emmie gives her official approval to the new dresser in the master bedroom. The drawers are still empty while I make a final decision about drawer liners, but I've now lived so long without a dresser that I'm not feeling any rush. For now. 

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She's also taken to sitting on the second floor bannister,  which gives me hives. She naps there, she rubs her face against the wood, she chases her tail between the spindles,  and she launches attacks on the poor dogs from her perch. It can only end in disaster, but I can't figure out how to curb this new obsession without just throwing her down 20 feet to teach her a lesson.

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We had a very successful yard sale this morning, getting rid of a bunch of things (and donating the rest). It was a gorgeous day, and Bill took full advantage of the cooler weather to continue his work on the backyard. 

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We had $900 worth of dirt brought into the stable area, so that we can grow some grass for the chickens. Can you believe that dirt costs $900? Me neither. Let's just say that was a decision I was not involved in.

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The gigantic pile of brush continues to grow. Bill has grand plans to rent a chipper and turn all of this debris into mulch for the front trees, but so far it's just an unsightly mess. 

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If you wonder where all the brush came from, you're looking at the side yard where the old tennis court fence used to be. When we moved in, it was covered in trees, bushes, ivy, and brush. Not so much any more. Bill loves the mountain views (squint really hard and look for the tiny spots of mountain in the distance) but all I see are the tract homes across the street. Bill has promised me that a privacy fence will eventually go back up that hides the adjacent homes. I hope so. Right now we're definitely in that "it gets worse before it gets better." 

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And while the long shadows make the back yard look worthy of a manor house, we're also dealing with some pricy projects to the exterior of the house. Like $10,000 pricy. And it needs to be done before the winter arrives. Sigh. Bill might need to pick up a couple of shifts at the 7-11.