Perfect Match

After a day I might say has been kind of crazy, Booga announced to me and his father that we were, "A Perfect Match".
With this he did a rather large flourish with his hands and went back to eating his dinner of potato chips and scrambled eggs...
(?)
Don't ask me, I just live here.

We had a sort of odd week or so, with the putting in of a new front window and annual return of the ugliest looking air conditioner on record.

It hangs out our front window, with as much grace as a dead canary hanging on a perch.

It's hideous and makes me want to vomit.

Here is this beautifully crafted window sill that I painstakingly worked to put stain on and that my husband painstakingly sawed and measured and woodworked until he could carpenter no more.... and this brand new window that we waited and waited and waited to put in (and finally did.....) and the brand new vertical blinds that are gracefully hanging there looking like they should belong to my mother and not me....

And hanging out of all this loveliness, like a clear plastic sack of unburied dog refuse is our two year old air conditioner.

UGH!!! In so many ways.

I was not a happy camper, especially because my husband tried to reposition it in the window and that didn't work and then tried to make it look better and that didn't work. So it has all sorts of duct tape around it...Like that will stay there; which with the humidity- it won't. And it looks like the worst kind of sore thumb ever.

And it's not his fault.
It's a window air conditioner and it needs to be in a window that was designed to have a window air conditioner. Not a window designed by some government funded miscreant who built Farm Home houses that were not meant to last for the twenty years we have lived here.

Yes, we have essentially for the passed few years been slowly rebuilding this sad excuse for a starter house that became our home for twenty years and more. This house we raised our children in and built bedrooms in the basement by carving out the cement walls and putting in escape windows, so we could call them bedrooms. Yes this crazy plot of land that was not supposed to be our house for more than a tiny march of years became our "home."

Simply because, not only have been rebuilding it from the inside out...But because it's a pain to move and somewhat silly if you ask me.

I have always looked at people who moved constantly as having some kind of problem, there have been four places I have lived in my life-With my parents, at college, by myself in my tiny house near my parents and here, in Farm Home Heck.

I know, sick hua? I don’t know why, but it seems an unnecessary bother to leave one home to move into another one for more room- when in a mere few years your children are grown and gone and your left with this ginormous house.

Oh well, apparently we were meant for each other, my husband, my self, Booga, our children in another state, and this pile sticks called "home"- apparently that's good enough for the autistic one.

Good enough to deserve a rather large flourish with his arms declaring we were a perfect match.