The Scampering Horse

I find myself living in Sidney, Nebraska. I am currently in a temporary two bedroom house. Me, my Ian, and my four children. Our little house is without a basement. Growing up in New Mexico, and Arizona I've never lived in a house with a basement. Wait a minute...NOT true. My first rental in Provo was a basement bedroom for a semester. (It was dark). Back to basements. Most of the houses here have basements. I am really excited to have a basement for three reasons. 1) Basements are beneath the surface of the earth where lava flows. It is the prefect place to sew. 2) I would feel more like a Hobbit and less like a human. And, 3) even though Sidney has never had a tornado, I look out across the flatness and would feel better if there was a basement. A basement stocked with Oreos. Much better. I like Sidney. Every single person I've met is super nice. Like, almost too nice. All of them. The elementary school secretaries that helped me register my girls for school were crazy ni

You know when people say things and you have no idea what that means until you go through it? "Brain freeze." No way to really get that one until the Sonic slush you are drinking to quickly gives you the tingly pain in your forehead. "I have a newborn." No clue what that means until a baby wakes you every two hours and the absolute exhaustion has been experienced. I've been doing something like that lately. I am getting a house ready for sale. For those of you who have never done this thing, it doesn't seem like much. Make a call? Maybe vacuum the floors? No big deal. Right? Let me tell you what it means for me. Getting a house ready for sale means every second of every day is encompassed by a project. All those things you were going to get to have now got to be gotten to. The door-bell that doesn't ring. The sliding glass door that doesn't lock. The day of reckoning has come. Projects of painting, repairing, talking on the phone to realto