now that we've had a little rain and cooler temps locally, i don't mind sharing that back when it was still hot and miserable we got to go where grass looks like this:
instead of this:
(but texas, i still love you best.)
even better, we got to see folks who live way yonder away! and spend time with my mom and auntie/uncle combo who made the trip happen. many many thanks to them! :)
one of my favorite moments:
we visited a science museum:
and spent a lot of time at farmer's markets, bookstores, and wiggling our bare toes in the cool grass.
and then.
i'll sandwich the bad news in the middle. the day we got back from our trip, we found out that our storage barn had been broken into. it was so full of junk i don't know how they managed to find anything to take...everything we'd just packed up from our house was stacked in precarious piles, many of which were knocked over. as many of you know, i found lots of the missing items driving up and down country roads.
there have been comical moments...i found myself saying 'hey, cool, i was looking for that!' one of the notebooks i found had something i'd written about getting clear about 'stuff' and letting it go. hm.
and some grateful moments, like when i found the majority of my 8mm tapes from when the boy was wee little, protected from the rain by a scraggly cedar tree.
and there was profanity and name calling. on my part.
but i'm still struggling with it. there is still one tape missing. there are things stolen i don't even know are gone. i'm trying to be ok with that. the new worst thing? i can't find the journal i kept from when i was pregnant, and when the boy was a baby. it's where my little hand-drawn charts are of when his teeth grew in, and the only sonogram pic i have, and all my private thoughts and ramblings from such a special time. so not only is it my DIARY, it's THAT ONE. a small part of me hopes to uncover it in a random box. but i know it was one of the last things packed, was in a bin near the door, the lid of which was found on the side of the road.
the city police found a lady who admitted to stealing mail in the area. we found our neighbor's mail outside the barn door. so i'm pretty convinced the same person knows where my stuff is. but we are in a neighboring county, and we called the sheriff's dept to let them know the next town over had someone in custody, but now it's been a month and as far as i know there has been no new information. hunting down someone's diary isn't really a priority. which i get, but still. it makes me ache, and brings on weird bouts of anxiety.
the incident has also propelled me into fits of purging. which i guess is a good thing.
(sniff.)
ok, onward. house/farm update:
we have a plowed field! and right now there are teensy sprouts of radishes and chard, and broccoli and other green things are in flats. the boy's greenhouse is seeing progress; we have plumbing! i can do laundry on site! very exciting.
and a partial driveway so that if it ever rains enough we aren't stuck in the muck. oh! and one gate down, one to go. we need to get the other one up so all those cute lil sproutlings don't become deer snacks.
in other exciting small town news, we went to a book signing and met john r erickson, author of our much beloved hank the cowdog series. the hank books were the first time i heard the kid laugh out loud when he was reading. they are also all on audio, read by the author, and you should check them out. (i also think erickson is rad because the boy wrote him a letter a year or so ago (a forced assignment, assured) and he wrote back!)
check out that spiffy shirt!
until next time, blue skies. i love fall.
'all things at our life
are brothers in the soil
and in the sky
and i believe it.'
-tvz
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