Well, I don't know how many of you, my fellow bloggers will be using one of these words for your "H" word, but probably quite a few. I always try to come up with a unique one, but today I am going to use house and home.
In my lifetime, I have lived in several houses, and they have always become a home. I believe that what makes a house to be homelike is the residents' adaptability and willingness to make it a home, don't you? If there is discontent and disharmony within the walls, it's not a home, it's a house (or it could be an apartment). Just less than a year ago, I moved into a house that has become a home, and it has taken and is still taking adjustments, but I am happy here.
There is no discontent here, and there is no one here to be disharmonious with, except myself, and I'm almost always a happy individual. There was some disharmony this morning at four a.m. when I was awakened by the insistent chirping of a battery alarm on the wall outside my room. It seemed to be connected to the fire alarm near my garage door. I pressed on the button on the fire alarm where Carol had told me to if it ever started making sounds. Well, don't you know, it started making a loud klaxon sound that was ear piercing and I kept pushing buttons till it finally stopped. If we had been near the cemetery it probably would have wakened the dead. (I'll bet it woke up a few neighbors. ha)
Anyway, that sucker is going to have to have some disconnecting done or someone is going to have to come up with a solution to that problem. Fer shure, and I ain't jokin', folks!
It's all about attitude, when it comes to having a home. And I reckon maybe all of you know that, so I'm not just whistlin' Dixie here. Now, I reckon maybe, I'll just head to bed and see if I can grab a few more "Zees". It is still only 5 a.m. Goodnight, y'all. This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for now. More later. Bye now.