I withdrew my offer on the house.
Robbie and I have been talking – he knows he needs to move and get his own life. He is going to start doing more for me AND granny. He filled out more paperwork for the post office job yesterday – we hope that means he will be starting soon.
Why did I feel the need to run away? The house, I mean. I was all for dumping this place and going there. Running away? Yes, most likely. Running from memories? Running from granny? Going just to go?
Then Janice tells me about this hutch. It’s gorgeous. It really fits in this room nicely. Don’t know why, it just matches and… fits.
I can hardly believe the difference this one piece makes in how the room feels. I’m thinking if I could make the whole house feel like just this one corner, would I be happy? I re-arranged the den when I set up the hutch and I’ve sat here most of the evening and just enjoyed this piece of furniture. 
I discovered I don’t have many doo-dads. I have searched through the house and the garage and just don’t have many pieces simply for decoration. I have props for photography – and I have books. The books are mostly business or photo.
I have flowers -LOTS of silk flowers. Those are props. Never really thought about decorating. Either didn’t have the money… or didn’t have the space. I’ve always been too intent on earning money to enjoy it. Things always too tight. Maybe I just never cared? Mom has such a full house of trinkets – I don’t remember wanting all that. I like books. And I like photography. And guess who else seems to like my newest play pretty? Yup – that’s Tazzy enjoying her newest perch.