It has been a solid month of zero blogging and zero catching up on others' blogs (other than visiting Rachel's once via Jason's iPhone). I seriously feel out, out, out of the loop! Is everybody still alive? Does anybody live in a new country or have a new child I don't know about? Sheesh. But yeeeeeah, we've had a series of set backs getting internet hooked up at this new place. And viewing the web from Jason's iPhone, I dunno, I just can't get into it. Plus, the phone itself isn't very accessible on account of his schedule. The times he's home just aren't great for me to be hunkered over a tiny screen, taking 20 minutes to leave a three sentence comment.
But I'll be checking in on you, friends. And I'll be posting too, I think/hope.
The kids are fine. We're getting more chickens. The dog we were dog-sitting, Shasta, was found on a Canadian farm, and she has now been purchased by some Canadian cousins of that family. If you want the whole story, come by for tea. It really is a doozy. Our house is "coming along" (or this is what we hear from people who go weeks between seeing it - it feels like half an eternity to us). Evidently I sprouted a whole head of gray hairs overnight last night, like tripling what I already had. So, that's fun. I cooked up a Jicama for the first time tonight. Jicamas are members of the potato family, and we're fans of the yam, so it worked out just fine. Made french fries out of it, along with a yam. Coated them in coconut oil, rosemary, and garlic salt. But first fried the spices in the oil on the stove top, to really soften the rosemary and bring out the flavors.
I hear a male child upstairs a-fussin.' He went to bed at like 4:30 p.m. and is just now waking up. Ai-yai-yai. Could be a weird night. More gray hairs for me, no doubt. Livin' la vida loca.