I want to tell you about an amazing round robin. I’m not talking about a bird, person, competitive meet, or petition. This special round robin is a collection of letters, photos, and other items circulated between the Johnson family members for decades. Whoever gets the round robin takes out their
Hubby and I closed on a townhouse in Rapid City a couple of weeks ago. It has a million dollar view but didn’t cost anywhere near that much. It didn’t check many of our gotta-have boxes, but it called to us and that’s what persuaded us to write the check.
This week, 2020 will come to a close and I, like most other people, will be glad to see it go. It has been the most aggravating, annoying, grief-inducing, depression-invoking, lousiest year ever. It’s unprecedented. Many things were unprecedented. The fires in the western US were unprecedented. The numbers of
This week, our house in Boise will officially belong to someone else. An artist will be living in our townhouse. She’s got great neighbors around her, and we wish her happy times there. She’ll get to enjoy our blueberries next spring which makes me slightly envious. The feeling of homelessness