A lot has happened since I talked to you last! We had a significant move milestone in the form of a rather sizable delivery arriving in our driveway: the PODS mobile storage unit was plunked down on the 14th. It is now easily half full with the boxes Meg has packed as well as the... Continue Reading →
The garden was once my place to be away from people. I'd pack extra water and a snack and spend hours in the dirt, pouring sweat and occasionally tears into the ground as I weeded and cultivated and trimmed and pruned. Turns out other gardeners are quiet people too, and side by side we'd tend... Continue Reading →
Part of the moving process for us is downsizing. Smaller living quarters, lower costs, fewer cars, and less "stuff." Meg is in the process of sorting through the "stuff" right now, both in our house and in our storage unit. We eventually want to get down to a neat, tidy life for two vibrant empty-nesters... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, when I was describing the upcoming move to a new friend, he said "So you have a chance at a fresh start!" I bridled, initially, because I associate "fresh start" with running away from something. It's probably from movies or novels, the heroine escaping from the bad guys, assuming a new... Continue Reading →
WARNING: This post contains personal opinions about faith and individualism. No lifeguards on duty. Proceed at your own risk. I've been lucky to have a variety of friends over the years. They come from a pretty broad spectrum of backgrounds, from European to Asian to African American to Middle Eastern to Hispanic, from college educated... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 