Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Book, the Mother, and the Squirrel

As you all might know my now, I'm an author. But as of late, I've been subbing as an interior design specialist. I've repainted several rooms, chosen the perfect carpet and floor tile, and found the exact new accessories required to bring it all together.

Keeping my mother in her own home and out of a nursing home has been a task to say the least. My youngest daughter has been my greatest asset (mostly because she still doesn't have her driver's license) by helping me move furniture and nick-nacs in preparation for the new carpet to be installed and then followed by its aftermath of returning all to its proper place. 

Needless to say, we're running low on motivation.

Then my husband spotted it. 

A baby squirrel. 

Naturally my daughter was filled with new found energy. 

We had a wind storm the other night and can only assume he was blown out from his nest. 

Now he lives in my mother's foyer in an old abandoned hamster cage. 

What next.

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