we're going on a house hunt

January brings sharp cold air, fresh starts, new semesters, and, this year, a big dollop of house hunting.

I’ve been working on finding/building/making/conjuring a house for a few years now. I haven’t said much before because it’s always been just about to disappear. But now, with an income that banks consider as existing (turns out contract pay does NOT count) and pre-approval under my belt, it’s time.

With the majority of the planning done it’s down to actually doing things now and the stress has definitely gotten to me. There are big, many-years-compounded dreams for what this home will become and a few adults besides myself who will call it home BUT! It’s one of those times when I can lean in hard on the joy of being cared for by someone way bigger than me who has my (and my loved ones) best interest in mind.

I have also been coping with spreadsheets. Lots of spreadsheets. Color coded ones too, which always gives my heart an extra little flutter of joy.

So here I sit with a candle burning, my tea brewing, pretty markers to play with, refreshing the MLS feed and dwelling in the gift and comfort of knowing that all will be well…all manner of things will be well.


decorating for christmas

Here in our little apartment, the Christmas box comes down from high in the coat closet the day after Thanksgiving. After hunting down our tree with biscotti and apple cider and decorating my parent’s tree with decorations and memories collected over decades, we climb our stairs with our own tree and begin decorating. As this is our fourth Christmas here, it’s a cozy, predictable affair with a Christmas record on and a warm dinner in the oven.


i miss them

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Two of my dear friends are traveling across the country and will likely be gone for another four or five months. I miss them.

I miss the rhythms of artist dates, wandering conversations, and comfortable silence.

They will return, but in the meantime,

I miss them.


for roommate who is traveling

excerpts from a southwest travel journal

This past August I found myself driving from Santa Fe New Mexico to Seattle Washington via the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. One of my dear friends is a props artisan, upholsterer, and fine artist who works at operas around the country (if you need any upholstery, murals, or staging done, give her a call. She’s one of the best). After her third year at the world famous Santa Fe Opera, I flew out and we drove home together.

As there wasn’t much room in my pack after getting the tent, sleeping bag, and camp kitchen into it (we camped the whole way ), I decided to leave my camera at home and paint my way home instead. A revelatory experience. I highly recommend it. Here are excerpts from that journal.