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Little House on Lewis Mountain... Progress Report!
The upstairs is nearly completely painted: And we are beyond that picture; the flooring is in, as well as our bed, and Kevin's [quote] "shaving mirror": Kevin: "Look! My fingers can barely reach around you." -
Lewis Mountain Welcome Wagon
Last night, when I came home:Kevin: Hey! Dinah: Hi, honey... did you eat supper? Kevin: The Welcome Wagon came. Dinah: Who?? Kevin: The Welcome Wagon. Look downstairs. Dinah: They wouldn't have a Welcome Wagon way out he… -
The Hippy Hideout With the Vegetables
It's about time that I posted pictures of the inside of our house: Kevin after kicking the old doorknob off; Uncle John had the key. Just inside the door; our living room. To the right, inside the door; our ki… -
Roughing it
Well, here we are, living in a borrowed trailer in what Harry calls our Hippy Hideout With the Vegetables. Here's a scene from daily life: I'd like to learn how to make just about anything in the crock pot; my peach… -
Three Things
Three names I go by (besides given name) 1. Two-ton Tessa 2. Honey 3. Di Three Jobs I have had in my life 1. Cleaning lady 2. Cider-apple picker 3. Bakery worker Three Places I have lived 1. Charlottetown 2… -
Yes, I Know That There is a Marshmallow Under My Stove
I've been trying to compose a post that isn't all about being pregnant for weeks, now. I've opened the 'new post' window an absurdly great number of times, and closed it just as many. This baby is so blatantly obvious to… -
The Pie Season
There's been frost nearly every morning for a week now. When I go out early, the ground is white and my car looks more like an ice cube than a chocolate chip. Sounds carry further in the cold, still air, and as we have… -
Autumn
It's a perfect end-of-summer day. I'm outside, and the trees are just beginning to turn red. The breeze is a little more militant than it's been for months, and there's a good smell of woodsmoke in the air. I'm relaxed… -
Huh?!
Last evening was one of those memorable times families have. The mood was one that outsiders usually can't decide how to deal with; the kind they respond to with a 'huh' of one degree or other. 'huh?' with a question …
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