"We are the young, our lives are a mystery"I’ve included a map, for "those people out there in our nation who don’t have maps," but more so for you, my dear friends and family, who have been unclear whether it is Ohio, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, any Midwestern state or any other state beginning with a vowel that I’ve moved to. No: it is Idaho. (This is in the Northwest, if you’re still struggling to place me; I recommend Miss Teen South Carolina for a compassionate friend).
There are new chapters in life, and sometimes they involve a quite drastic change of setting, cast of characters and an unpredictable plot. This is the case with me now. This blog will serve primarily as my narrative for some of these daily intrigues, stories, and adventures with a few illustrations thanks to my snazzy new digital camera.
As I try to cultivate better habits of mind I may also, on occasion, use my blog as a place to flesh out a thought, try my hand at writing, comment on some recent inspiration etc. I promise you I have no pretentious intentions in this. A very good friend immediately announced to me that she’ll never read it when I told her of my idea last night; this insults me none at all and does no damage to the friendship. But if you do enjoy it, enjoy it!
Since it is common to comment on the weather when one has nothing left to say, I’ll leave you with this picture of the house taken today, so you’ll pity me for still having snow at the very end of March. We’ve had over 130 inches of snow this winter, shattering the average snowfall of 66.7 inches and breaking the 1915-16 record of 124.2 inches. Pretty exciting stuff, until it comes time to shovel. Behold, The Mary House:
