The New House
I am not a homeowner nor have I ever wanted to be one. Still, there is some nice excitement circulating throughout our rather small family because of new houses/new homes. Brother Robert and sister-in-law Marsha are completing their first week in the suburban foothills of Albuquerque and son Scott and daughter-in-law Sandra are in the same stage of habitation in their new place overlooking San Diego Harbor.
I do have a new bookcase about which I am quite thrilled but I suppose that’s not in the same category.
Last Sunday we gathered for the first family dinner in the new house. I brought a baked ham and my best-potato-salad-in-the-world (although not quite perfect this time—I’m copying my mom who always denied anything she cooked/baked turned out just right). I also found a recipe for Jell-O-poke cake at the doctor’s office which I remembered from childhood and decided to make. Don’t do that. It’s oozingly sweet and semi-disgusting—but with a lot of whipped cream it’s not impossible to eat.
Here are the first photos in the new place which will all be re-painted, re-curtained, re-cupboarded in the very near future. It’s very very green pretty much everywhere right now.