Safe Arrival, et al

As I write this I am typing from our new office/music room, looking out the front window at our new neighborhood. I want to post pics, but I haven't really taken any yet because we're still covered in boxes. But I did manage to wrestle the computer cabinet into place and set up the computer by myself, as well as place a few pictures. There were a couple of nails still hanging on the wall in here that I thought would be the perfect height for our REALLY BIG landscape painting we have, but now that I'm looking at it, combined with the previous owner's magazine that got mailed to us titled "Hunting", I'm thinking there might have been a hunting trophy there. Hmmmmm....I guess a picture that has a few deer in the foreground would be a good replacement.

I've discovered that life, with a few shifts, is pretty much the same. Kendall wakes up at 4:30 now to make the drive to Morenci for an hour every morning. I am up by 5 so I can help him get out the door and get Sarah up at 5:30. Her bus comes at 6:40, about the time I wake up Peter and Meri (if she hasn't woken up already) to get them started. Their bus arrives at 7:25, and then there is quiet for maybe 30 minutes before the little boys get up. The rest of my day is a delicate balance between housework, feeding, scolding, and more housework, whereupon I collapse at the awfully early hour of 10:30 pm. Early for me, anyway. Really, really, early.

We are enjoying the great Arizona winter/spring. We haven't quite shaken off the Utah temperature, and I expect every moment it to plunge back into the 30s. Nice. I like it a lot. :)

The little boys are enjoying the sandbox that is our backyard. It's not landscaped yet, so that is somehow fun to them, and I have started having to wipe this superfine sand off of cabinets where their dirty pants have brushed. This is very familiar, and brings back lots of memories of Kearny and the constant sweeping of sand out of the house.

So far everyone is surviving the move. Sarah is a little slower to assimilate, but that's to be expected. I hope by the end of the school year she'll have made friends with a few people, hopefully the girls in our new ward.

We've already been welcomed by our new Bishop, and our "church service pedigree". I confessed, reluctantly, about my most recent calling of ward choir director, only to find out later in RS that the current one is moving to Pima, two towns away at the end of the month. Sigh. I was so hoping for something else for a while. Makes me wish I'd shipped all the music that belonged to the Angel Crossing Ward with us, lol, so I'd have access to all the music I used/accumulated over the past couple of years. But who knows...maybe they already had someone in mind. I can only hope.

As soon as the house is decent I promise to take pictures and give you a virtual tour.