Moving in

my humble abode

I swear, I walk away from my blog and four days mow me down. Or was it six? Two? Who’s keeping track anyway? Truth be told, I’ve been in manic unpacking mode and am completely to blame for promising you another post the next day and then walking away for a few days. Why do I always do that? I should know by now never to make blogging promises.

Anyway, guess what? I have one box left to unpack. ONE! Yep. As if that surprises you. I am the speed-demon queen of unpacking. I love setting up home and finally, finally, finally after all these years, it’s my home! I don’t even have to ask anyone where they would like something. I can just plow on through and put things where I think they should go. I mean, I kinda do that anyway with other people’s homes but I do hold back a little. Not here. No holding back. I have to say this has been the fun side of starting my life over.

it is what it is

So where did I leave off? The outside of my trailer? Hmmm…what can I say? It is what it is. I’ve got a lot of yard work ahead of me. (And these are the flattering photos.) I’m probably not going to get it in tip-top shape because I do have to spend a good chunk of my time working but I’ll poke away here and there.

my backyard

I do love my mom’s old broken down red chairs. They are always photogenic. I plan to spend many mornings drinking coffee back here.

the sticks

And there’s that old saguaro. I’ve blogged about it before. I can’t seem to find that one post I wrote about how my grandma wanted my grandpa to take the cactus out as her last dying wish and how I’ve fought everyone to keep it all these years. I love this giant cactus. I know it’s a danger and it could fall down on our house someday but it just seems wrong to chop something down that’s been here for over a hundred years. If anyone should move, it should be us. The cactus was here first. And yes, I know there are people who will pay good money to take it out for us but now that I live here, I want it to stay. It’s the only photogenic thing this place has going for it, I think. That and the sunsets.

sunset in the sticks

Have you seen these sunsets? They happen every day! It’s crazy. I walk outside and I notice a pink glimmer on everything. Then I turn around and KABAMO! The sky is on fire! It’s like God’s personal present for me every day.