More of the Casa

Scott and our truck driver getting ready for the big load-out. I have not opened every box yet, but so far nothing has broken - knock on wood.

The Dining Room

The Kitchen

The Living Room and a view to our den/study/piano room

Southen Hospitality

Our church members did us a huge favor - they cleaned the house top to bottom, then helped us move in, then fed us. We were so honored and so humbled by their servanthood. By the first night, everything in the kitchen was put away and all the beds were built and dressed so we could sleep in our new place. Moving is truly exhausting, especially when there are two flights of stairs to deal with, but we are very happy to be here.

Into the Woods

We have a very private, partly wooded back yard. My entire downstairs looks back to these wood, which are lush, quiet, and pretty. I can do dishes looking at them, eat breakfast looking at them, read from our den looking at these woods. It sure isn't Oklahoma.

Franks Casa #6

I have this morbid fixation of constantly reminding myself of how often I have moved. The math is simple: I have been married 12 years and I am now living in my 6th house. This house, in Kennesaw,Georgia gives me a couple of things that I have always wanted: a house with shutters, an open kitchen with an island, a couple of bay windows, and a large bathtub in the master bathroom. Score for me.
Our neighborhood is pretty and our location is beautiful, so we truly feel blessed to have found this place.

Oh look, Darby's out of the water. How unusual. The girl needs to be a scuba diver.

On the Road Again

The commute to Georgia from Oklahoma is not a real commute, it's a long haul. We get to stay at hotels, which means swimming time for Roxy and Darby. At least someone can put on a swimsuit and thoroughly enjoy themselves...

Where the Waving Wheat Can Still Smell Sweet

This pic is my reminder of Oklahoma in the spring - pretty, sweet golden wheat, slightly ominous skies that look tornado-prone. I just love the color of it, and my sweet girls that are no longer going to be Okies.