Worn Thin

It's Monday, and I'm already worn out. (sigh)

Did an inspection this morning of a house we're looking at buying. It was supposed to be a couple of hours, and it ended up being close to three. Don't get me wrong, it's the best money I've spent in a while, but it was tiring. Inspector found a few routine small things ("extend this gutter, re-grade that area near the house") and a few not so small things. After a lot of worry (and some money) on the deal, it's very frustrating. I was hoping to be hosting all my pals for spaghetti dinners this fall in a new house. Guess we'll have to do some more negotiating, or restart the looking process.

One good thing happened, though, that helps keep things in perspective: Blinddog knocked over the poll and bird house that our little family of wrens is living in out in the herb garden. We knew they had recently nested, and that there were babies inside. Turns out, when it tumbled, 4 baby birds fell out (or crawled out, hard to tell). We were pretty scared, but got them back in (without touching them, of course) with some delicate use of garden tools. We waited, and finally momma bird came back. We've watched for a couple of days, and she's taking things to her babies as usual. Hopefull they will grow and move out soon so I can get a dog-proof poll in place. (grumble grumble grumble)

Momma bird sits on the fence now, when we go outside, and chatters at us. Can't blame her. Blinddog got scolded too (much more immediately after her demolition work), and has been in the, uh, well, the dog house, for a few days. No more "outside alone" priveledges for her!