I have yet to write since we moved in.
Other than getting settled and just living happily in our new place, small progress is being made.
A little painting, a little staining, shelves here and there, office cabinets, small amounts of decorating.
In between work and loads and loads of laundry. Dinners, dishes, homework.
The general life of a family, who has time for much more.
This Sunday, with our mounds of snow here in the Upper Peninsula finally taking a hike, and folks are venturing outdoors, our local museum curator stopped by for a look see. She brought us a picture of the old house. A better quality version of the photo published in the Curtis Centennial book.
Hopefully, the digital version is big enough to get the print I want made to hang on the wall.
The photo gives us the awesome link to the wood signs we found in the old junk pile.
We found several, and we agreed to find somewhere to hang them in the house eventually.
Once I got a little painting done, we decided the living room, where our guests will gather, would be the best spot for these conversational pieces of Pay-shin-nin-nee history.
Baby steps. Someday things will get done.
After all, in between, we do have a life to live.
