I know I shouldn't go on facebook when I'm sad and drunk.
tonight I wound up looking at pictures of the old house - I felt like it would help to stop me being homesick. and since the privacy settings were adjusted once again I've been able to look at the old bitch's photos, though I can't see her wall and I'm barred from leaving her messages.
I saw they've rebuilt the bridge over the front pond. they've got lambs in the front paddock, and their grandchildren come over to feed the lambs with bottles. it's their pond, their paddock, their place now. they can raise hyenas there if they want to, suckle them from the old bitch's teat.
but then I saw the one of the grandchildren having a picnic with a china teaset. It was my china teaset, my grandmother's. was locked in the garage for us to retrieve, but once the bank signed over the title early we had no chance. we borrowed money from the last people we could to go up there. last loan forever. and they already had the cops at the gate. the title was signed, the assignee had been informed, and any possessions left on the property were a matter for the courts.
the next photo had the kids in it too, and, to my confusion, something tagged Lily: a pig, I figured out, after staring for a while. The kids were draped over it, cuddling it, all in their togs, because the pig was reclined in my daughters paddling pool.
And there was the Bishop, too, to round things off. Beaming jauntily behind them, with a hand on each of the granddaughter's heads. Bishop Brian Axle of Shining Hill Church. And Lily the pig. In my daughter's paddling pool.
tonight I wound up looking at pictures of the old house - I felt like it would help to stop me being homesick. and since the privacy settings were adjusted once again I've been able to look at the old bitch's photos, though I can't see her wall and I'm barred from leaving her messages.
I saw they've rebuilt the bridge over the front pond. they've got lambs in the front paddock, and their grandchildren come over to feed the lambs with bottles. it's their pond, their paddock, their place now. they can raise hyenas there if they want to, suckle them from the old bitch's teat.
but then I saw the one of the grandchildren having a picnic with a china teaset. It was my china teaset, my grandmother's. was locked in the garage for us to retrieve, but once the bank signed over the title early we had no chance. we borrowed money from the last people we could to go up there. last loan forever. and they already had the cops at the gate. the title was signed, the assignee had been informed, and any possessions left on the property were a matter for the courts.
the next photo had the kids in it too, and, to my confusion, something tagged Lily: a pig, I figured out, after staring for a while. The kids were draped over it, cuddling it, all in their togs, because the pig was reclined in my daughters paddling pool.
And there was the Bishop, too, to round things off. Beaming jauntily behind them, with a hand on each of the granddaughter's heads. Bishop Brian Axle of Shining Hill Church. And Lily the pig. In my daughter's paddling pool.
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