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The text of the postcard is
I have discovered something about owning a home – it feels great to do things to make the house nicer, especially when those things take little effort.
Changing one light bulb is for dopes, anyone can do that.
But changing FIVE!? In just one day!? Well, self, you deserve a 3-week break from home improvement work.
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Why am I doing this?
My mom gave me a haircut today (I wrote this when I was home). She gave my dad, brother and I haircuts while I was growing up – same(ish) great(ish) haircut, same great price!. She was the Henry Ford of haircuts, we could have any haircut we wanted as long as it was the one she did.
Here were some overheard in the barber’s chair (a stool from our kitchen) snippiets:
Mom: Wow …
[Mom asking for clarification on what I want.]
Me: I don’t know. Something that looks decent?
Mom: Well I don’t know what it’ll look like.
Mom: Oooh. Whitewalled.
Me: Good. I’ve been wanting to look more militaristic.
Anywho … Thanks for the haircut ma!
“Still putzing around at home … ah vacation, how I love ye. Here’s the pooch, I am probably annoying her while you are reading this. Ain’t she a peach?”
I had written that on Wednesday night – trying to do some blog posts in advance before heading home. Unfortunately Thursday I got a text from my mom saying the dog had passed away. Friday my brother, sister, mom, dad and I ‘toasted’ to the dog while sharing a few favorite stories. I’ll probably write some of those later.
But for now I’ll say goodbye to the little pooch. She was about 17 years old so it was no shock, and definitely her time to go. The last few times I came home I had a mix of happiness and sadness in seeing her – sad because of how old she’d clearly gotten to be.
On a high note for her – about a month or two before she died she managed to catch a bird! (The bird had flown into a window and knocked itself unconscious.) Because of that I’ll say that she went out on a high note.