Have I ever mentioned that I love writing but hate journaling? I just loathe feeling obligated to a book. In college, one of our friends, Brad, talked to me about his journaling. He told me, “You don’t owe this book, anything.” And that was just it, I’d spend five pages trying to catch up from the last entry and never get to what I NEEDED to write through.

Not so with this place, dog gone it. I am only frustrated for you who read these random musings.

What’s been happening? Blessed little yard work. So, we still have this mound of costly topsoil sitting out front. But it does make for some good times.
We’ve dug in it.
We’ve sledded down it.
We’ve body surfed it.
We’ve ski’ed it.
We’ve driven Betsy around it.

Good times.