here are some moments from the last several weeks.
the boy is now taller than the ggma:
the kid was craving a raspa, so we headed west for a couple of days:
where i caught these hoodlums smoking cigarettes! (kidding! they were CANDY.)
and we soaked up some slow-n-good west tx time.
on the way home, the silver armadillo hit a milestone:
(this is in no small part due to the two brilliant and amazing magician shops of JR Brothers and Meyerhoff. these fellas have saved the day more times than i can count.)
the kid has a few projects going on, mostly having to do with animals we cross paths with and his love of succulents, but also the rebuilding of helm's deep, and the climbing of trees:
oh and i cooked once! we have a lot of snack dinners around here, let me tell you. so when i attempt something hardcore like tinga and polenta, it's a big deal. and a mess!
but was sooo yum.
(312 reprizzent! when in chicago last summer i got called out for being a tourist when i ordered a 'three twelve'. that's a 'three one two' y'all...)
another event was a 3 day shenanigan-fest for one special lady and her radassical homies who (whom?) i am honored to know:
it really looked most of the time like this:
oh so fun and soul-cup-filling.
in house/farm news, all 200+ fence posts have been set. next is stretching the wire. foundation has been started for the boy's greenhouse. and the carpenters have been kicking butt: we may not have a roof, but we have stairs. how many people can say they have a stairway to heaven? literally?
and as of yesterday, upstairs walls!
i am in constant awe and gratefulness for the folks (including the mr. and my dad) whose work and skills are part of this venture. it's so REAL and so CLEAN, to know and talk to the person(s) who are physically hammering nails to boards of the shelter in which you will lay your head. i am finally getting a little excited for my turn, for my part, where i get to make it cozy. because, um, i'm not so good at walking around on rafters and such.
and!! the west called again. the mr. and i drove out for a few days of sun and storms and tequila and hot springs and blooming ocotillo. rain in the desert has a smell i cannot describe. being out there gives you poetry goggles...but the words don't stick once you're back. so you have to keep going.
it's fun when these things happen: a guy on a poster in the holland hotel...
looks a lot like our favorite sherlock holmes:
until next time, happy trails...
