It’s been months. I’ve finally got round to updating WP to the latest version, cleaned out a bunch of junk and contemplated a blog entry.  I swapped from ExpressionEngine to WordPress on Paperscreams too, which makes life way easy.  THEN I found out that all my log-in information was wonky, which made me have to figure out cookies, and THEN I had to fiddle out all the special widgets on the site so I could actually see the editing pages on WP.  This little post is the product of a few hours of keyboard banging and head scratching, but it works.

I don’t have much at the moment, but maybe I’ll get round to more.

Sandy Eggo is my new favorite place to live. It’s beautiful, the weather doesn’t stink most of the time, there is no end of stuff to do and we live in a very nice house only about 20 minutes from work and 10 minutes from anyplace else we could think of visiting.

We can go to the zoo or the beach or Legoland or just about anywhere on short notice, and it’s even easy to get on the road and run up North to visit the grandparents and our favorite D&L.

We have a great church, San Diego Bible Church, which is filled with peace, good teaching and a lot of fun. I’m a part-time Sunday School teacher again, which makes me pretty happy. Awesomely enough, we just finished a study of 1st John, which is just what I studied last year and again the year before.  I suspect it might be important or something.  The biggest (and hardest) lessons I’ve had to take from I John are all centered on love and loving.  We need to love one another.   I’m pretty sure I’m not too good at that stuff.  I love, but I don’t LOVE.  Like I’m supposed to.  Recent events have all made sure I know that.

I’ve made a new pipe, carved some other wood and generally made a big mess out of my tiny (but functional ) workshop.  My artwork has sort of gone on, with a few paintings in progress, though nothing is finished at this point.  I really really want to get settled enough here to create.  I miss working with my hands.  I miss creating pictures with words.  I’ll get there, I’m sure, but there’s an impatience associated with this that’s rather distinct from the regular “I can’t wait until…” sort of feeling.  It’s a real waiting for opportunity and right timing sort of thing that leaves birthday-party-impatience behind.

Anika’s been getting better in many ways, especially with her surgery just last month.  She’s working her tail off in college and still managing to school the girls and cook us great meals.  I don’t think life would be half worth the time without her here with me.

I bought a new-old truck from mybrother, Steve, and it’s getting me to work just fine.  I never thought I’d buy an orange 1972 Datsun (stick!), much less enjoy it, but here I am with my spiffy truck.  Gotta find time and money to fix him up now.  I have plenty of ideas, but nothing is easily accomplished right off.

We have added a rabbit and a ninja hamster to our menagerie of animals, which provides plenty of entertainment for Benny and Stitch.

Things have been slow and fast all at the same time.  I’m still here, just not entirely and not all the time.  Busy work and busy more work.  My new job here at Point Loma is sorta good and still rough at the same time.  It’s like a cross between Dahlgren and Bahrain pretty much.  Fortunately, I have my Beloved and our girls as well as much closer ranges to our other loved-ones.