it's done

Last night, err...this morning, at 2 am, I pulled the last of the stuff out of my dad's house. I don't recommend dying--not until you've cleaned out your own home. Kidding...only kidding. I get to say that because I've participated in cleaning out 3 family members' homes in the last year. I'm entitled.

In other news, I am reading the blog Dooce way too much. The other night, I had a dream that I was Leta's babysitter and I was desparately hoping to measure up to being a cool babysitter! oye!

My dog has been replaced with another. Same markings, different personality. He seems to have mellowed--finally! Only took 11 months, but the removal of his *ahem* kicked in. He's been hanging out with various people and been pretty friendly--for him.

I am soon to be a member of the Daughter's of the American Revolution. Seems they are losing membership around here (due to old age). I've been called a couple times to join recently. I will replace my grandmother's membership to keep them even on that score. And...soon, I'll be the owner of a sign from the Illinois Department of Agriculture. Why? Because there's been farmland in our family since October 1881, and I can apply for a centennial farm sign right now. Next fall, I can re-apply and get the sesquicentennial sign. woohoo! There are some perks to having family who's never left the area the ancestors staked out as pioneers!