The Season of Flying Days

It's Monday morning. Just barely , but Monday none the less. It has been awhile since I have sat down to share the happening of this little 'adventure'. Restless babes and the relentlessly snoring Rick has lead me downstairs to a rare moment of solitude and quiet. So with a glass of Nighty Night tea and a couple minutes to myself, I will try to give a brief update. As you may have gathered, we are now back at Sarah and Jesse's. The stay at the cabin in Homer ended much too soon. It was peaceful, and I really enjoyed the time to read, journal, and just relax. We were grateful to have the opportunity to sit on the porch overlooking the Kachemak Bay, the mountains capped with ageless glaciers, and Homer Spit. We wouldn't have been able to buy a better view if we tried. Being at the Cress's is enjoyable in other ways. It is like a little mini commune. We all pitch in to make meals, clean up, tend to kids, or do projects around the yard. Being able to share this time with them has of course been a highlight. Of course, I could write volumes about my amazing grandchildren. I know I am bias, but I have good reason to believe they are extra special. Everyday one of them does something that blows my mind, and the life that Sarah and Jesse are building is remarkable by anyone's standards. Being apart of all this is the dream come true. In only a few short weeks, a new chapter in the tale of wandering will begin. I had the pleasure of meeting Bob VanDer Wege, principal of Tustumena Elementary School. He gave me the tour and turned me loose in my spacious classroom. I spent the better part of the day sorting through one of the mountains of supplies and materials inherited from my predecessors. There is still much to do, but it will wait. I plan to spend time there once Rick heads back to Wisconsin on August 5th. We finally had a breakthrough in the housing situation. We secured a 3 bedroom house in Ninilchik, which is 26 miles from Sarah and 18 miles from school. It is much more than we had been looking for, but to be true to the course of this journey, it unfolded before us. Our kindly landlord, Ray, is an older fellow who himself is in the process of doing a little work on another cabin next door. He offered us the house for basically the cost of fuel and utilities and an opportunity for Rick "putz" on some building projects. Also, in staying to the course of the way things have been working out, there is one 'glitch'. We won't be able to move in until September 1st and will need to move out by May 1st. So, I am still on the look out for a place to lay my head for August. I'll keep you posted. Speaking of a place to lay my head . . . my tea is gone, the house is still, and it's finally black outside. Now all I need are some earplugs. Hmmm . . . glitched again.