There's a segment of the total people I know that I refer to as "garden" people. I only see them in the summer, and when I'm talking to my husband about them, I identify them as "garden friends." Pasquale, the Italian gardener who is the guru of our community plots, is "My Garden Friend Pasquale."... Continue Reading →
I don't know where to start. No, that's not right. I've started. Several times. I've got little "starts" all over the house; the framed artwork I've started boxing for shipment, the piles of plastic bags full of stuff I'm getting rid of, the half-full boxes of papers (oh my GOD the papers we have accumulated)... Continue Reading →
As I've mentioned, the move to this point has been largely planning: checklists, spreadsheets, reservations, and budgets. With the number of very important things going on for us this summer, we have tried to make sure each of them gets the attention they deserve. Most of what we've done thus far has been squeezed in... Continue Reading →
As you may well have assumed, the preparations for our move out west are in full swing. Or I guess, more accurately, the planning is in full swing. The preparations are largely in hurry-up-and-wait mode. Which makes sense. Meg can't pack a lot of what we're taking with us, she's still using it! She can't... Continue Reading →
The other day, I made hotel reservations in Iowa, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Wyoming again, Idaho and Oregon. That's the path we are taking at the end of the summer. That's the path to our new home. But it's also a vacation and a road trip and a honeymoon. Three years ago, my daughter and... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 