the cat-lady in me

so we've moved in!

after a year in our 109 yr. old (smaller) home, we've finally unpacked. i am so sorry to those that helped us move (thankfully, most exclusively related) because we're "unloading" most of those boxes on new friends here, or good ol' sally.

but a thought came to mind yesterday when jim "encouraged" me to tackle the basement: where would i be without him? likely not rossland but that's not what i mean. more like...who would i be?

i like to keep things...a lot of things...useless things. there's a little cat-lady in me, i discovered. scary thought.

and ryder's starting to potty train