It was at 1:15 a.m. on January 3rd, 2019 when I last updated this page. Egad. Time marches on. I started writing When the River Won’t Flow while living in the Sonoran Desert of Arizona when we were having trouble finding a church home. You can read about that here: Wanting a Seat in the Pew
We moved to Ohio in September 2018. My husband and I are continuing to settle into our new town. We are now members of a local church, we have attended our first small-town parade, and we know the names of some of the folks who work around town. We have a favorite restaurant, an ideal picnic spot, and we have become keen observers of the water level of our local river. We have ongoing conversations with the rabbits who believe that our yard is the high-end resort area of town.
Some things are ongoing from the first of the year. We are still busy taming our new old house. While it is true that we still have a great deal of broken furniture from our move, we have come to terms with the fact that we can only repair things over time as money permits. You can read about that here: Our Hands Are Full
On a more cheerful note, we have finally gotten two of our bookcases painted, which means we can begin the shelving of our remaining library. My husband, bless him, is continuing to work on trying to tame the wild kingdom of our yard. We have also had more medical excitement than we needed and from which I am still recovering. You can read about that here: Character — Be One and Have One
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Tuesday, July 30, 2019