We've been living in The 1938 House for over three weeks now. Actually, it's been like living IN 1938 in more ways than one, without phone, internet, or TV.... thank you very much for that, company that begins with "V" and ends with "Erizon."*
Still waiting on the phone, but we've finally got internet service back. It's actually rather frightening how much we depend on that these days. Eeek.
There are, in fact, many stories to tell about the last month or so. I can't decide which to tell first: the one where Gracie practically threw herself in front of a car-hauling semi screaming not to take her Subaru away? The one where Matt's helicopter crash-landed (OK, he said emergency-landed, whatever) in a field in Maryland this week? The one about Bridget meeting her aunt, grandfather, nana and papa, and great-grandparents for the first time?
I'll work on that this week. I don't want to forget all these things.
But for now, it's just that we're here, enjoying the vision of whoever planted these crape myrtles in our front yard. : )