This is our bed. Steve made the headboard and the bedside shelves, all of which hang on the wal.

When Mom down-sized, she decided to not use some of her pictures. I finally found a place for Mom (on my side)…

…and Daddy on Steve's side.

I'm pretty sure these were taken before I was born, maybe right after they got married. I need to ask Mom to be sure. Pretty great, huh?!

I'm off to teach in Tulsa for a few days. Steve is holding down the fort here. Christy is in the hospital – the pain from the surgery was too much for home. But she's better now that she's getting stronger drugs. I feel bad leaving but it sure is nice knowing that they are in town and Steve is handy.

I had time to begin to catch up on my blog reading and it was fun! I saw this (on Design Sponge I think) and I thought it would be particularly interesting to quilters.

I like the way that the two beds with their quilts mellow out the 'quilted' wall. By itself, I'll bet that wall is a bit overpowering. Luckily mom and Christy did not request anything remotely like it.

And the update is: Christy's hand is not broken! We managed to get Xrays yesterday. The hand doctor still wants to see her next Monday. And her surgery today went much better than expected and she was home before lunch. All those prayers and happy thoughts helped. Thanks!

Mom and Christy let me take pictures of some of the more settled spaces.

The metal chickens on the wall above the sink make them both very happy. They are old, family chickens.

This turtle spoon holder has been around forever too. If you look close in the top photo you'll see him on the left side of the sink. I don't think they put dirty spoons on him any more – he just stands watch over the counter.

Christy's bedroom is about unpacked. Having some pictures on the wall makes it feel like home. And she's using a quilt I gave her many years ago on her bed. It's from way back in the day when I was still hand quilting!

And mom has her sewing machine set up in the office. I learned to sew on that machine and she gave it to for several years. I pieced on it until I started machine quilting. This is not the original cabinet. It wore out. This is a cabinet to an older Singer that I refinished years ago.

Do you see the tin to the left of the sewing machine. That's mom's button box. I can remember playing with the buttons from that box when I was a bitty girl. It's funny the things that are most important – the chickens, the turtle, the button box – those are some of the things that spell home.

In other news, Christy fell over the weekend and probably broke some more of her hand. The last time this happened, just a few weeks ago, she went to the ER and ended up in a splint until later in the week when she could get in to the doctor. This time she opted to forget the ER (too expensive, too much poking, too awful when you feel bad) and I splinted it. To say it hurts is an understatement (not from the splint, she says mine was better than the last one). This morning I'm trying to get her in to see a hand doctor, before or after dialysis. She has surgery on something else tomorrow – unless the broken hand prevents it. That would be bad too. It would be so nice if my sister could catch a break.

We have a Salvadorian restaurant in Sherman – La Placita. It's in an old gas station and it is a hopping place at lunch time. I went for the first time today with Steve, Chris, and the kids. It was a celebration of being practically done with the fence. It was busy and we had to wait a bit for our order. I tried to be patient, but it's hard when you are light-headed. Chris is a way better person-who-is-waiting:

He refused to smile. Guys are so like that. If you have had boys you know they often put on their 'game face' for photos. But his game face is very nice so that's OK.

Do you see the painting on the wall above Chris and to the left? It was bad, but I grew to really like it. And the lettering on the wall is practically nautical – not at all like the rest of the place. But nice!

Elanor had just gotten a new haircut so I took her picture:

I do wish I photographed half as well as my granddaughter! Jack decided he needed a picture of his hair too:

Don't you love the curls? Lunch finally came. We had pupusas – think of a pita that is made from corn meal stuffed with cheese and/or beans and/or meat, etc. They make everything on site and my oh my it's really good. And inexpensive.

I got the internet to work at mom and Christy's. It's nice to be connected – in so many ways.

We moved mom and Christy on Tuesday. It was an 11 hour day. And it was HOT. This is the day the countertops went in and the cable guy did his thing.

Wednesday (can that just be yesterday?) the plumbers came to hook up all the sinks. Two plumbers for 4+ hours each is not a cheap deal but what are you going to do? There was unpacking and cleaning the duplex to fill the day. Steve and I both went back at 7:00 PM to help Chris with the fence building.

Today, 6 weeks from the day we closed on the house, we have about finished 'combat' operations. (That's what Steve called it.) We put up a wall of shelves in the garage and got the last of the pile off of the floor and in some semblance of order. The washer and dryer are hooked up. This afternoon I helped Chris with the fence.

The house is on a slope so the fence is not a straight run. It looks really good. Here's a better shot of Chris, the fence-maker:

Inside the fence feels nice (below). The backyard feels bigger rather than smaller. I didn't promote the change from the original chain link to this fence, but I was wrong. This is better.

Do you see that tall light pole in the photo? I've never seen it before and I've lived in this neighborhood for 18 years! Tomorrow I'm going to have to figure out where it lives.

Don't know what's going to happen with the stump/table. My guess is that the pink and blue paint is going to have to go when the weather is cooler.

The other thing that is happening is that the sprinkler system is going in. They are having to hand dig the trenches in the back because the electric, gas, cable, and who knows what other cables are buried in the back. It's slowing the crew down but that's OK. Mom and Christy are in no shape to drag hoses around and Texas summers require more watering than I could keep up for them.

I should have taken a photo of some of the dying trees in town. Big ones, little ones, natives and exotics – there are a lot of brown leaves. I don't know if any of the trees will be coming back in the spring.

Tomorrow I may be moving some boxes so they can unpack but I think my life is coming back!

We watched Jaws Sunday night in the pool. Elanor enjoyed it – although she did get a little unnerved when Quinn got bitten in half. Before the movie, we talked a lot about what was to come, the shark was a machine, there would be fake spurting blood, the music was spooky… overall she took it all very well. I admit it, when my kids were little I let them watch way more violence than sex. Chris, Jeff, if you are reading this feel free to back me up here. they turned out just fine!

Christopher shared this trailer with me and I think it's fun enough to post. It's entitled "Must Love Jaws". I know Jaws and am of a certain age (55) so what struck me duriong the movie were all the 1970s era parts of this movie. The hair, glasses, interiors – it was a kick!