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a little educational facilities tour.
The School of Keigley has officially reopened its doors after a brief hiatus. (Still trying to rename our school, by the way. We think we have settled upon a better name option, but all parties involved have not come to complete agreement yet.) New calendar year, new location. And let me just say, despite the lower indoor temperatures, I love…
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baby, it’s cold inside.
This morning the heat bill arrived in my inbox. It was absurdly high. And I think I’ve been chilled in this house since we moved in. Plus, we’ve been enjoying mild winter temperatures here so that makes me nervous. What will it be like when it’s really winter weather outside? I took half a dozen photographs of the schoolroom to…
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dinner plans.
The kids are in love with a series of movies all created by the same guy. Hayao Miyazaki. (Yeah, I had to use my Goggle search tool to be certain of dude’s name.) That same Google search claims he’s Japan’s greatest animator. I don’t know. I don’t even actually care. I’m not even trying to write about him today. Not…
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ready.
The entire month of December is like a vapor to me. We spent it here and there. In-between one house and another. Packing up. Unpacking. One box down, twelve hundred more to go. For a month I have felt . . . unsettled. Out of sorts. A mess at the new house. A mess at the old house. Stepping over…
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full sun.
That’s the color title of the paint in our kitchen. Full sun. The first room you enter if you come in through the back door. Which I imagine you would if you came over for a visit. Although the front door makes for a more dramatic entry point, it’s pretty inconvenient for carrying in groceries and stopping by to say…
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All She Wants For Christmas.
Despite the fact that we will only be opening stockings this Christmas weekend, the kids still love to chat about toys they like and items they would wish to acquire. On a recent car ride, the conversation in the backseat broke down a little something like this: “If you could have anything in your stocking, what would it be?”…
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This Season at Our House
Celebrating the Christmas season with these guys is always a good time. But this year has been especially pleasant and low-key. I think it’s because we have jumped off the traditional Christmas train entirely. And by “traditional” I am primarily talking about the exchanging and purchasing of gifts. Our tree’s base is not overflowing with presents large and small wrapped…
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Can I Get A Drumroll?
Oh my goodness. I am so excited to be back. I can guarantee that I am way more excited to be back writing the blog than you are to be back reading the blog. I will try to restrain my use of capital letters, exclamation points and the bold and italics feature on the keyboard. I said, I’ll try. Okay?…
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telegram.
Move in to new house basically complete. Stop. Exhausted but loving the quirkiness of this home. Stop. Internet not available until next week. Stop. Hot water heater broke on the second morning. Stop. Kids already getting great use out of the rope swings. Stop. Adorable to have the boys sharing a room for the first time. Stop. Surrounded by boxes…
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Moving On Is Hard To Do.
Moving always makes me feel sentimental. And helter skelter. Out of whack. Upside down. It’s such an obvious transition. Such an unavoidable Before and After moment. A time when you are forced to notice and evaluate your possessions. The sum of your life’s collection of stuff. Every drawer to pack and shift reveals old memories, bits and pieces of days…
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new and improved.
The counter at the new house has a few flaws. I don’t know exactly what happened there but it left a pretty disgusting mark. And when I live in a house, I like to add my own problems, but cover up other people’s problems – you know? In the past weeks as I waited at the auto shop for one…
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me too.
Last night some girlfriends came over to watch The Help with Riley and I. They brought red velvet cupcakes, Cheez-its and popcorn. I would have let them in without the treats, but that was a pretty great bonus. We chatted, we watched the film and then we chatted some more. We debated the importance of the deep part in a…
