Bi-annual posting coming your way. Because I tend to ask more questions about you than I answer about myself, it seems the only insight you can glean regarding my happenings are provided by my hanging on a thread blog. I'm like a blank canvas. Let's color it in a little with irrevocably true information about the last 6 months - I've ran a marathon a day; I've slogged through Moby Dick and didn't skip ANY of the whaling chapters; I've learned Cantonese. Twice. Dà Zhīfáng Sāhuǎng.
For realsies. Our home address is a little different. We're a few miles east of our (sniff sniff) Alameda house. After reviewing 9 offers, we chose to sell it to an older-ish couple who both grew up in Tempe and whose family 25 years ago owned the liquor store I frequented with my mother as a wee lass and from which I 5-finger-discounted a pack of rolos. The smuggled goods were later quietly fished out from my pants pocket where the warm summer day had turned 10 individually wrapped rolos into 1. It was devoured in it's entirety, paper and all - the fear of chocking on aluminum wrappings and being caught completely tainting the experience.
The new homeowners won our hearts after writing a letter gushing and goo-ing at the beauty of the house. We closed on a Thursday afternoon and by Friday morning, the Alameda estate's beauty included a stripped kitchen and several demolished walls. The homeowners are making room for their custom ordered sink from Paris. No joke. Miss you orange Formica countertop.
The children fair well. Emma's in 5th grade and Asher's in Kindergarten. Do I have a picture of either of them on their first day of school? No. Did I have every intention of photographing them on their second day of school and lying about when it was taken? Yes. Did I photograph them on their second day of school? No, and neither any subsequent day. They'll forgive me for the missing scrapbook page. Wait, I don't scrapbook. Terrible mom am I. A mess all around. I do have a picture of Asher doing his best impersonation of Ray Charles. Is it PC to scrapbook a picture of Asher impersonating a blind man? Jury's still out.