There's an especially ugly house going up near my parents that I walk past frequently. It's become a bit of a game to see if it is getting any better looking as construction continues.

The back looks the front. Well really the front looks like the back.

Aug 30

The answer is no, it's not getting any better. I've been sharing the progress with my sisters and we all agree it is a dumb looking house. What keeps me up at night is how a whole team of homeowners and architect signed off on this design.
I can't be the only one who's noticed this. Is the whole town laughing at you, future resident?
Football season is here. And by here I mean 5 days a week there's a football practice or game. Henry has had a couple of games and James first game is on Wednesday.


The world of tackle football is new to me. The moms are really into it while I struggle to keep my annoyance of driving back and forth, back and forth to the practice field. But Henry seems to enjoy it and has barely complained about anything which is a refreshing change. (He knows I'd have no patience for any whining after all the time and money we've spent.)
Maybe all baby pictures on 1984 look like this but I prefer to think Justin and I were destined for one another. He's in yellow.


Erica brought home this huge silky quilt from my mom's house. The binding was unfinished on one side and had great faith in me that I could fix it. I can and I did but I wish I knew whose quilt this was. My mom thinks she brought it from my aunt Ilona's house but I've never known her to quilt or sew despite the sewing supplies we found when we cleaned out her house. Was it my grandma's handwork? Definitely her style but why didn't she finish it?

This is hand quilted---not a machine.
It felt nice to complete such a large and intricate project but the mystery of it's creator will always bug me.
Speaking of bugs, this one hitched a ride home on Justin's truck one night.

And check out these flowers I grew. Zinnias are fun to grow. I'm glad I listened to my sister's suggestion.

Outside this window is a boy asking Sarah to homecoming. He came over dressed in a suit and tie and carrying flowers and just asked her in person on the porch. The dance is in a few weeks and Sarah is so excited. I think I'm okay with this new milestone but I don't think I've thought it through.
