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I love this house I live in, surrounded by trees. I wish I could afford to buy it from my stepfather. But it’s too much yard work for a girl like me. Who does not do yard work. You have to get up on the roof on a regular basis to remove the pine needles. There is a lot of maintenance stuff like that. Even if I could afford this house, I would need to be able to afford someone to do yard work and needle upkeep as well.

In the next couple of days, it’s going to get quite warm for the PacNorWest. Upper 80’s into the 90’s. Pretty warm for a place that doesn’t have a lot of residential air conditioning. But I’ll be fine in my dark, little house surrounded by trees. The shade keeps it pretty cool. It’s my favorite thing about this house. The trees.

You wouldn’t know I loved this house by the insides either. It’s an unholy mess. It is still my intention to get it picked up and organized enough to have someone else clean it. Just the other night, my stepfather stopped by and was unable to resist the impulse to point out one of my better known unflattering qualities. Despite the fact that we’ve all known this my entire life.

“Jodi… you’re a slob! Still!”

Duh.

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