November 6, 2006
I heard back from the house people on Friday. They said the could only show the house during normal working/weekday hours. Very helpful. They did send me some more photos of the house and some other information though. All I can say is "YIKES!" The house was in terrible shape. Trees, vines and other things were growing inside in several locations and there was a long list of other big issues so…..back to the searching. The kiddo's cold is still here, but is slowly getting better.
Random: Anyone else find cotton to be one cool plant? I found some old cotton that I picked several years ago and I'm still amazed by its textures-spikey leaves and pillow fluff. Very cool to my brain.
I'm so glad I started this little album. I've tried to keep an album for the hubby and I too- just a couple of pages about the highlights of the year-what we did, where we went, how we spent our average days. I'm not doing such a great job with that one though. Slacker. I'm going to try harder. I can't keep up with half of what I want to be doing. I try to think of myself as the family historian. If I don't write this stuff down, take the photos, and keep it together, who will? All the things we will have forgotten. All the little things that are really the highlight of most days. The small stuff that makes life good. Keely talking to our heater vents (She really does. And our digital clocks too.). The stories of Graham and Ima Cracker. The places we absolutely.positively. must stop at every day on our afternoon walks around the neighborhood. I think about when we are old and gray and our kid(s) come home to visit (She will come and visit us won't she?), how neat it will be to pull out the endless boxes of photos, drawings, scrapbooks, printed blog pages, the captured memories. It's even nice to look at/read them now, when I'm not having a good day. It helps me re-focus and feel greatful for our lives together. We don't share all the little stories among our family so much, even if we did how long would they remember the year Keely thought "zucchini" was the word for "candy"? or how she called everything dah-bull-day until she knew the real name of it? Would they remember the little message glued to a toothpick and stuck in a sandwhich that said, "Eat Me!" from my husband? We don't live tribally or communally. We don't have the oral traditions that families did centuries ago. The tales, trials, and daily details of our lives don't get past on generation to generation without a little work. If my memory doesn't hold, hopefully the papers, writings, and photographs will.
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