The Hook and I

In Cordova, there’s no mail delivery to houses, so we all get our mail at the post office. Yesterday, when I picked up my mail, there was a little key with a number on it in the box and a tag that said: “Return key after using.” I took the key and went to the box . . . → Read More: It’s Here!

It seems like I get to the end of each day here and I can’t believe how little I’ve gotten done. The process of settling in is slow and I have a hard time being patient. Selma has started school, so her routine is underway, and she is happy with it. Jay’s preschool doesn’t start for . . . → Read More: Finding Rhythm

We’re still here! Just digging our way out of boxes:

It’s great to be in our house, but I can’t wait until things are put away.

As fun as it looks, even the kids are getting sick of boxes. Their rooms are unpacked; it’s a bit like Christmas . . . → Read More: Buried.

We’re here. All the way to Cordova. Finally. After a month of moving, house sitting, traveling, seeing relatives, and spending time with gracious friends who hosted us in Maryland and Seattle.  We can’t wait until Wednesday morning when James returns with the ship.

We found Interweave Crochet on the . . . → Read More: A Good Sign.