The long silence after the previous post could have been interpreted either way, right? Either we got the house and I have been too busy to blog, or we didn’t get the house and I have been too upset to blog. Fortunately, it is the former. Continue reading
I came up with the title for this post before starting to draft the post itself (a reversal from my usual protocol, as I am notoriously bad at coming up with catchy titles and usually leave this annoying task until I’m about to hit “publish”) and immediately had a sense of deja vu about it. It was strong enough that I actually went through all of my previous posts to make sure I hadn’t used this title previously. Nope, I had not. Still, the feeling is familiar, as it seems like we are often “on the cusp” of something: a move, a home purchase, a trip, or some other change. Or maybe it’s just that these moments put me in a more reflective mood, hence all the posts that could have been named the same as today’s. Continue reading
It is early July and exactly one month since we moved out of our rental and spent our first night outdoors. We are still camping, but this adventure is about to come to an end. Three days from today, we are moving into our friends’ house just outside of Twisp. Continue reading
I am typing this post on the bank of a rushing creek, which runs through a corner of the Methow Valley that we recently discovered. Of course, there is no internet here, so I won’t post this until I go online, most likely tomorrow when I’m in town to use the wifi at the local bakery. I take that back – if we were like most people today and had smartphones, this post could go live five minutes after I finish composing it, as there is cell phone coverage just a quarter mile down the road. However, being the luddites that we are, there will be a bit of a lag between writing and posting. Continue reading
Stumbled across these online and thought they were pretty cool… Made in the Methow Valley, too! Unfortunately, it looks like yurts are not generally allowed in developments that prohibit manufactured homes, but maybe we’ll end up in a place with no such restrictions? Living in a yurt would be amazing, with its soaring ceiling and plenty of light streaming in from windows on all sides. Not to mention that it’s less expensive than a regular house, and appears to be more energy-efficient, even with all those windows.
(photo below copyright by Smiling Wood Yurts)
I’m still not back to posting once a week, but I am trying to get back on track, and hopefully will be soon. P.’s father is gone, which means I have a lot more free time in the evenings and on weekends. Things got easier with him towards the end of his stay. We stopped pressuring him for a decision about whether or not he would stick around past his scheduled return date, and whether he’d be willing to apply for a green card and move here on a half-time basis, and everyone relaxed a bit.