After a whirlwind morning of working in the garden, baking bread and reading , August and I geared up , he has a fabulous harness that just looks snappy, and my gear for today was a old, ugly fanny pack full of water, and poop bags.
He is not a morning dog, and is most pleased to lounge while I dig, measure, and join him on the couch. My book club book for this month is Wild Game, My Mother, Her Lover and Me by Adrienne Brodeur. It is a memoir written beautifully by a daughter who survived being raised by a narcissistic, boundary breaking mother. It was hard to read, impossible to put down, and I am looking forward to discussing in a Zoom like fashion with my gang!
We covered the length of the neighborhood this afternoon, and our voyage included a stop at Reason #18, Emerald Lake! In 1991, which was actually a whirlwind year in my life, we found out we were pregnant, moved up our wedding date, and started house hunting. When Neal suggested we should look for our own home, I was a bit shocked. We had not had had "the talk" about finances, I had had no idea that home ownership was possible for us. We did have" the talk", figured out our budget and started the hunt. Did I mention that I was pregnant? We were both working, so weekends got busy.
After looking north of San Francisco, one of Neal's colleagues told him about this funny little neighborhood near Redwood City, where the hippies lived,so, Yes, please! The day we drove down, we left our apartment in the fog and cold, and using our Thomas Guide, found Emerald Hills. Within minutes we were circling a lake, where kids were jumping off a platform into the water, the sun was shining, and I knew we were in the right place. We found our first home, fondly called Little Yellow House ( eventually shortened to LYH), based our closing date on my due date, and moved our beautiful baby son, Dylan, into this sunny, happy home.
He is not a morning dog, and is most pleased to lounge while I dig, measure, and join him on the couch. My book club book for this month is Wild Game, My Mother, Her Lover and Me by Adrienne Brodeur. It is a memoir written beautifully by a daughter who survived being raised by a narcissistic, boundary breaking mother. It was hard to read, impossible to put down, and I am looking forward to discussing in a Zoom like fashion with my gang!
We covered the length of the neighborhood this afternoon, and our voyage included a stop at Reason #18, Emerald Lake! In 1991, which was actually a whirlwind year in my life, we found out we were pregnant, moved up our wedding date, and started house hunting. When Neal suggested we should look for our own home, I was a bit shocked. We had not had had "the talk" about finances, I had had no idea that home ownership was possible for us. We did have" the talk", figured out our budget and started the hunt. Did I mention that I was pregnant? We were both working, so weekends got busy.
After looking north of San Francisco, one of Neal's colleagues told him about this funny little neighborhood near Redwood City, where the hippies lived,so, Yes, please! The day we drove down, we left our apartment in the fog and cold, and using our Thomas Guide, found Emerald Hills. Within minutes we were circling a lake, where kids were jumping off a platform into the water, the sun was shining, and I knew we were in the right place. We found our first home, fondly called Little Yellow House ( eventually shortened to LYH), based our closing date on my due date, and moved our beautiful baby son, Dylan, into this sunny, happy home.
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