We’re in

All the furniture is in, but the new place is still a bit upside down. The master bedroom was reconstructed the first night, and as of yesterday, the kitchen is pretty much unpacked. I’ve set up a nice liquor closet too (priorities, people!). The family room is livable, as is the dining area. Our offices need to be put together and there are many more boxes still to be moved from storage to the new digs, not to mention all of Sweetie’s shop equipment. Sweetie spent the day yesterday connecting the laundry and running wire for our internet.

We had a huge scare yesterday: Jezebel must have found and excellent hiding spot. So good, in fact, that we both thought she’d gotten out the front door somehow and was lost in the neighborhood. After a couple of hours of panic, with me bawling my eyes out for a bit, she suddenly appeared from our bedroom. That little brat.

The dogs are getting used to having dogs all around, and I took them on a walk around the neighborhood yesterday morning, which they seemed to like. They were very good.

Oh, and on Sunday, we checked out Peg’s Glorified Ham n Eggs. I think we’ve found our breakfast spot. And it’s just up the street!

The remains of a delicious “Veggie Bene.”

One day they were green . . .

And the next day, they weren’t.

Autumn is here. Fortunately, the days ahead are clear and not too cold, which is fortunate as we will be moving on Saturday. This is sooner than anticipated, but good for us logistically. So this blog may go dark for the next few days, unless I can find time to blog via iPad. I rather doubt it, though.

High Stress Zone Ahead

We’re moving into a new home in about a month. Between that, work, a wedding I’m shooting, another shoot, moving, packing, hauling boxes to storage, packing, packing, throwing away stuff, work, packing, more throwing away stuff, not sleeping, more packing and more hauling, well, it’s going to be a crazy month.

In the end it will be worth it, but right now it is just sleeplessness and nausea-inducing.

I snapped this with my iPhone the day we viewed it and knew we wanted to make it ours.

Smoked Ribs (and lungs, throat, eyes)

A few of you have been asking about the smoke. It’s still here and it’s still awful. We’re hoping to get some respite by the weekend.

The irony? Today marks the kickoff of the annual Best In The West Rib Cook-off.

The jokes write themselves.

A friend of a friend cracked on Facebook, “Right about now all you need to do is wave your rack of ribs out the car to Gardnerville and back. Voila, smoked ribs!”

A friend quipped: “Enjoying a beer and margarita on the patio, eating appetizers. Smells like we’re at camp. That’s on fire.”

The view this morning at the stoplight in my town. Those hills are just on the other side of the signal.

Edited to add: It just dawned on me that the tracks on the highway is ash. It’s getting on everything.

Planet Earth

Kind of.

Well, this is fun

I got a new app for my iPhone: Fisheye Pro. I’m having a little fun with it.

My laptop keyboard.

I shot these while stuck in traffic yesterday on I-80. There had been a terrible accident involving a fatality, so we weren’t moving at all.

Finally!

How many trips have I made to L.A. to visit with my dad in the last year? And how many times have I said “This time I’m going to get to the beach?”

Well, dear readers, I finally made it.