One word says it all- blue.
We are in the blue house across from the meat market, on South 16th street. This house is my new home, in a town that is new to me.
You may recall an earlier post where I posted a picture of my desk. Really, it was an ironing board made into a desk. After waiting 6 weeks for delivery, a wishy-washy English speaking delivery company, a broken truck, and a small town mechanic; I finally have a proper desk to use at our home office. It is a simple piece of furniture but it is a small touch that makes me feel more comfortable, at the blue house.
Roxy and I walk around the town but are often rushed back home, off the highway, to get away from the eighteen wheelers. On a walk, I saw all these vultures. I could not smell or see what they all gathered for, but this is the sight, when you drive through town.
Often, we are driving to CS and back to SA. Back and forth, to Houston, and back again. It is taking time, but slowly, the dust is settling.