Tidbits and thoughts from my life since May-ish...
In May, we managed to find a new home to rent.
Finding a rental, in a renter-saturated market, when your credit has been obliterated, is kinda like childbirth... Ugly, painful, and better with drugs.
Fortunately, after only a few (6) denials, we were able to find a home with enough cosmetic flaws to make us look
So, we've been sanding, painting, fighting, drilling, nailing, crying, and... Repeat.
|View from my bedroom window|
June brought graduations and summer vacation. My boys were promoted to middle school. My daughter was promoted to high school. And I was promoted to... old.
After the graduations, we headed to Yosemite for Klee's family's annual reunion. Apparently, the cabins, which they usually reserve, were all booked up, so we stayed in tents.
I know you die-hards think this sounds great, but from where I was
Of course, Yosemite was amazing when I was thawed out enough to stop shaking.
We were so lucky to be invited to Morro Bay to spend the fourth of July with Klee's family. It was amazing to be able to give my kids an actual vacation.
We spent hours on the beaches, perused the antique shops, and even saw a movie!
But the best discovery was the Affogato. It should require a prescription as I'm pretty sure it would heal most ails. I'm looking into it. Anyway, Affogato go now. (snork, snork)
July 24th was my mother's 70th birthday, so we loaded up and headed down to Ventura county to throw her a birthday bash, complete with cupcakes and pinata. The cupcakes filled my need to obsess perfectly. The pinata was just hillarious. It withstood everyone's blows until my brother, Darin, finally took it down to the ground Rocky style.
While we were down south, Darin and I took a day to go visit our 100-year-old grandfather, Herb Wiles, aka Papa Bear.
(My younger brother's girlfriend, Meagan, theorizes that PrinceKit is just compensating for all of the pictures, etc., of large tigers and lyons that my grandfather keeps around.)
While we were there, Papa showed us an old painting of Darin's.
We're back home now. Back into our projects...
School starts Monday. My baby girl is racing toward her freshman year. My boys start middle school, officially leaving me stupified by the passing of years.
Elliott is crawling, pulling up on everything that might put his life at risk, and discovering the joy of chewing his food.
Klee and I are pushing through the chaos. Looking for our way in it all; skinning our knees quite a bit. Wondering... if these are the dog days, what's next?
|My boys and me, in the dirt.|