Picking some colors for the house exterior. My theme is “coastal cottage”.

The left one is my house in Mississippi.

Move-in day is tomorrow. Saturday the painter comes over to estimate.

I think, culturally, we’ve been a bit more than stupid. This morning my aunt was remembering how they used to iron their clothes outdoors in the shade of the pecan tree to hopefully catch a hint of breeze in the blistering summer. Ironing. In the heat.

When I get a song idea, it becomes fully formed in my head. It’s sorrowful and painful that I can’t manifest it. Really need to do something about it. Been a problem all my life.

I like “alas” and I use it often. But I don’t use “alack”. Ever.

Money can’t buy happiness. But it does pay the damn bills, which buys peace. Within which I can better find happiness.

So my across-the-road neighbor has this circle. What do you think it is? Their house? A cistern? Fuel?

A colleague told me that I’m a land baroness. I’m non-binary and I can be a baron if I want to.

This is my NM desert acre.

This is my UT desert acre.

This is my house in MS.

This is the house I just bought in NC.

The plan for the desert properties is to build a buried earthbag house in each. www.naturalbuildingblog.com

Um, so a lot of stuff changed. I just closed on a house in NC and bought an acre apiece in UT and NM. Tiny house is parked on family land in MS. I’m a land baron!

Everyone’s a cousin. Now live that.

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Learning to love estranged family again.

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I could do that after all. I could build that after all. I could fix that after all.

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Controlling doesn’t actually make me safe.

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Surprise! Hope’s NOT a sucker’s game!

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“Who so marginalized you?” he asked.

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Nature made extravert, alcoholism made introvert.

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Transform. Transform. Transform. Do it again.

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Who am I? Meyers-Briggs scribbles.

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Amused that I typoed Christina as “Christuba”.