We are in the middle of a move to New York, so I have not been writing much for the past week. It’s a long story how we got here, and I’ll save that for another day, but when you picture me writing from now on, picture me on my own 20-acres of Adirondack Mountain property with a my own private lake and a converted 100 year old lodge. I’m ecstatic, and as I’ve been unpacking the million or so boxes, I’ve been watching the children run and play in their own backyard getting filthy dirty and covered with scrapes and bruises. It is a dream come true.
I’m typing from an iPad and cannot figure out how to load pictures, but I will be sharing plenty when I get my computer up and running. In the meantime, here is the picture on Facebook. I’ve been posting updates too on Facebook about how I’m using a ShopVac to clean up the spiders and cobwebs, and my friend Val Bianco sent me this little bit of prose. He guessed right about the Cocoa Puffs. There was a box (and a mess) on the table when I read this.
Here’s Val’s note…
So, I just have this vision of a quiet mountain morning in paradise. The sun is rising as the dew glistens on the lawn. Down at the lake, wisps of fog rise softly as the water heats up, and there is an occaisional swirl in the water as another bug becomes breakfast. The odd early bird chirps gently, as a doe and two fawns nibble at mountain flowers off by the treeline. All is peaceful, all is calm, and all is well, as the symphony of nature tunes itself for another brilliant, sacred morning.
When, suddenly, the forest erupts! Off, dart the deer, as scores of birds screech and arise in a thunderous flurry, Fish flash into deep water as the groundhog dives back in his hole. Squirrels chatter angrily as they leap from ground to tree and scurry to the sky!
But what? What evil has befallen the forest? Tis a grand evil, indeed…for some tyrant of a child, some monstrous rogue imp, diquised as a blond angel, has SPILLED the Cocoa Puffs. Fiend!
Flee, nature’s creatures! Flee, yea innocent children! Lest, this Mother, Spouse, and Scourge of Dust Bunnies suck thy very soul into her raging 3.5HP vortex of DOOM! Be afraid creatures! Be very afraid! For Stacy, mighty Stacy….has fired up the dreaded SHOPVAC!
Be back soon with renewed passion!