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One step forward...

 Boy howdy, has it been a while since I sat down at the computer to put words on a screen! 

Nobody ever said life was easy. God did not promise that, either. In fact, He said it wouldn't be a piece of cake. Maybe that is not a direct quote. If nothing else, God does not lie. 

Here I am, in a new house, in a new state (not quite new, we lived here a long, lifetime ago), trying to begin a new life. 

So far, we have all suffered and survived Covid. Except the hamster. He is still on meds twice daily. Who knew hamsters could contract covid? For an extra $12, the vet added peanut butter flavor to his medicine. Calvin the hamster is most appreciative. 

Our new house has a pool. The kids are most appreciative. I, however, have had to learn pool maintenance, which has not been a piece of cake. Thankfully, we received a housewarming gift from my parents, a robotic pool vacuum. I named him Ramone. Ramone faithfully cleans the pool every other day, as long as I plop him in the pool. 

Our new house also came with a cat. Her name was Kiki. I refused to have two cats whose names were Kiki and Lulu, so Kiki is now Kateri. She doesn't seem to notice. Or care. As long as there is food in the bowl. She is much friendlier and cuddlier than Lulu, which are big bonus points in her favor. Lulu is not a fan of Kateri. Time will tell how the relationship pans out for these two felines.

I have lots of plans and hopes for this new house. I envision a chicken coop in the backyard, which will also contain a flourishing garden. Who needs grass? I want eggs and vegetables! I pray I can find the time to put in a fall garden while homeschooling and setting up a new household. Also, the previous owners loved yellow walls. I do not. I have lots of paint chips to choose from, but haven't chosen anything yet. I have no pictures on the walls either, and that is what makes it home in my opinion. 

Taking small steps forward to making this house our home. 

As I swept the leaves away from the pool yesterday, I stepped on a soft board of the deck. My foot went right through and now there is a foot-shaped hole in the deck! One step forward, one step through the deck. Kind of like life right now, but I keep on stepping, for I know that God is guiding me on this path that I am walking.


Kiki, I mean Kateri


My kids, doing what they do, no matter where we live

Wormsloe Historic Site, Savannah, GA


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  1. JenniferMarch 4, 2022 at 8:11 PM

    I feel the same way about hanging pictures on the walls. We have hung very little in this house and I plan on hanging A LOT more while Henry is gone. I want to go to Savannah so badly. I was supposed to go two and a half years ago....we were living in SC so it was only a 3 hour drive. I was asked to come down and do photos for a proposal as well as the entire weekend they spent there enjoying the city....however my little sister became very ill and I was needed at her bedside in Florida. Thankfully the couple understood but I always wish the opportunity had presented itself with better timing. lol And thank God my sister recovered after 2 months in the hospital and physical therapy.

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