Stolen birdbath, a decision, and I got a bell!

I dislike, no, I hate the town I live in. I've lived here since 1998. Back then I could walk in town, leave the doors unlocked while I did, and never was afraid of being a single mom, alone. Things have changed, all over, I realize, but when it does, it takes you by surprise. Case in point, my beautiful birdbath sat in my front yard's flowerbed. The sparrows, robins, and even an occasional blackbird would drink from it. I loved sitting on my front porch watching them. Imagine my shock when I woke up Tuesday morning, looked down from the window to an empty spot where the birdbath used to be. Who would be so brazen as to open my front gate, walk in, and take a $30 plastic birdbath? Geez.

So, this leads to a decision. George owns property north of here, 2 acres. His parents' home is on one side, and the house trailer he used to live in is on the other side. When his parents died, they left he and his brother the house. George moved in with me, and he put his property up for sale. There is no mortgage. I've lived in my house for over 10 years, I still owe a mortgage on it. So here comes the decision..put my house on the market, move into his parents' house. This way we'll be saving the money that I would be paying on a mortgage. We'll be banking this, saving it for an RV. Hopefully my house will sell more quickly. At least all this sort of makes sense ;)

Oh yeah, the 'bell'..

I got home from work today, George had purchased a bike rack that fits into the hitch of his truck..and a bell for my bike :)