Busy Weeks

A poppy in my window

With everything there is around here to do, I have not written much lately. After getting our wood ready for winter, we had a new, huge chore to get through; unpacking our stuff, which finally arrived from Colorado. Although we were quite ecstatic at no longer having to sit on lawn chairs in the house, as the movers continued to carry box after box and brown wrapped piece of furniture after brown wrapped piece of furniture we were wondering how on earth we were going to make it all fit. Finally they left us amid floor to ceiling boxes with a small, winding path in the center of them. A week or two and a couple new hanger rods later, we are finally beginning to be able to see the floor. Next up is the desk, which is still piled high.

In the meantime, my grandfather has just returned from about one week spent in the hospital after having a complete knee replacement. Now, in addition to having a black butt, he has a bionic knee. A black butt, you ask? That happened when the zipper on his sleeping bag broke in the Arctic. During his knee surgery they gave him an epidural and goofy pills instead of anesthesia. The first day in the hospital, he described to us how he could hear the saw being used to cut through parts of the bone, and how he could feel the vibrations moving through his upper body. Although he does not remember it, apparently he talked nonstop throughout the entire surgery!



Piles of boxes



Piles of wood



A hail storm in August