What’s the difference between house and home? Early June, our landlord told us that he had to sell the house we are living in. At first, I panicked at the idea of finding a new place to live, but then I asked him how much he wanted for it. Chris and I looked at each
I woke up this morning and laid there for a bit debating whether or not to get up and head out to the garden. The sky was gray. I knew that the weed situation was holding. It was 8 AM on a Sunday morning. All very good excuses to skip church. But I rolled out
Ten days. That’s how long we went with out power. Last night when the guy from KC Power and Light showed up, he looked up at the lines and said “this is all you’ve been waiting on?!” and then rolled his eyes and shifted his wad of dip to the other cheek. Twenty minutes later
There’s a lot of green happening right now in the garden. But if you look close, you’ll see bits of color. Mostly yellow. The radishes are out of control. The squash is blooming baby squashes. The tomatoes all have yellow blossoms. Things are about to fruit out all over the place here. I feel like
It’s like a new game show. This box was labeled “kitchen glass” and was packed before we moved in with Chris’s mom. I obviously didn’t feel it was important enough to unpack when we unpacked all the other kitchen items. I was surprised by my find. This is what was in the box. Two items
I remember the first time I saw Cati twirling her hair. She was so little, strapped into her car seat. Her cheeks were red and remnants of lunch were smeared on her shirt. We’d spent the day out doing something and while Steph drove, I glanced over my shoulder to see Cati with droopy eyes
Our garden is complete. This morning I put in three tomato plants, cilantro, oregano, basil, two sweet Italian pepper plants and something else I forget. I’d take pictures, but I’m too tired. Yesterday we all went down to the City Market where they were having this big plant sale and we all loaded up. My
What’s the deal with onions? How do they grow? ‘Cause I got this concentrated area of grass-like stuff popping up around the onions, but I don’t know if they’re weeds or some off shoot from the onion? Have I been pulling baby onions out of the ground or weeds? I have no idea. Also, the
Grandpa is buried at the same cemetery as J. In fact the ceremony took place just feet away from J’s site. And once they got past that gun salute, the service was very nice. When they did the gun salute at J’s funeral, I felt myself separate with that first shot. The only things grounding
Chris and I are all about getting every last drop out of a weekend. Let’s look at this last weekend, for example. Chris picked me up from work on Friday. We drove down to Oklahoma City. The next morning we picked up a U-Haul and then I went to get a haircut. We saw Misti
