Ivy: “Mom! I saw your yoga!”
I am confused.
I don’t do yoga.
I’m not sure that I have “a yoga.”
I’m not sure what “a yoga” would be.
I ask for clarification.
I get none.
After a long circular conversation Ivy sighs with exasperation and goes to show me “my yoga.”
We find it on the bookshelf.
The bookshelf, which I might add, goes floor to ceiling, has enough room for all my books and my baby gargoyle.
The unpacking is coming along.
Slowly but surely it’s coming along!
We are in the new house.
We are exhausted.
We are unpacking.
We are eating apple crisp.
We request that you please hold and enjoy some previously written posts until we find our way out of the cardboard box hell we have become mired in.
I’m taking pictures.
I’m planning blog posts.
A virtual tour is being contemplated.
But right now all I’m ready to share are these roses.
They are pretty.
I’m still working on the house.