Cloth Diapers ARE An Option To Combat Poverty

I was brushing my teeth this morning, going over my to-do list for the day, which coincidentally included washing a load of diapers, before coming downstairs and checking F.acebook.  And there was this article.  I'm a big girl, I know what's going to get me all riled up, and I knew I could just not read it, you know?  But I did anyway.

I'm so frustrated with the endless commentary  on diaper shortages by whomever is talking about poverty marginalization.  Because this is a very real problem for a lot of people, and the solution is so simple, so painless, and no one considers it.  The answer is cloth diapers.

And yet we get quotes like:

"Cloth diapers aren’t an option for many poor women, who don’t have easy access to washers and dryers. Many laundromats don’t allow diapers to be washed in their machines and, even when they do, the cost of frequent washes can be more than the mother can afford." (link).

And while it may very well be true that low-income families cannot afford frequent laundromat trips, it simply isn't true that you need to consider cloth diapering in such a confined way.  Here's another article that implies cloth diapers are impractical because of no washer access.

I feel as though an equivalent problem would be to say 'I need to send my child to school.  But there are no buses and it's too far to walk.'  So, do you not send your child to school?  Of course not, you problem solve.  Can you get a second hand bike?  Is there a carpool?  Etc.  Saying 'I'm too poor to buy diapers and I can't access a laundromat' is exactly the same kind of problem.  I'm just going to very quickly dispel a few diaper myths right now.

1) Cloth diapers are too expensive.

They are many things, but they are certainly not this.  I absolutely 100% assure you that you can cloth diaper very very inexpensively, possibly even for free.  Because cloth diapers are fabric.  And you know what else is fabric?  PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING.  Which means that that flannel crib sheet?  That's diapers.  Those receiving blankets?  Diapers.  The pack of dish towels in the kitchen?  Those are so diapers.  90% of my flat diapers are what the delicate among us would term as 'repurposed'.  They're dish towels, receiving blankets, whatever.  You can buy them at the thrift store, for heaven sakes.  My thrift store has a $10 bag sale where you can fill a garbage bag for $10.  Do you know how many 'repurposed' diapers you can shove in a garbage bag?

2)  Cloth diapers require a washing machine to wash.

Wrong.  Oh so wrong.  I've hand-washed my diapers several times, including a period of time when we didn't own a washing machine or a dryer and lived in a second floor apartment.  I did it in the bathtub.  It took maybe 15 minutes a day.  15 MINUTES.  Think I'm weird and no one else would do it?  Check out this.  It's the challenge issued annually by Kim at Dirty Diaper Laundry, a challenge to wash your diapers by hand for one week.  And she's got more info on how to do it on there then you'd ever need.

3)  Cloth diapers require special stuff, like expensive detergents.

Oh my gosh this annoys me so much.  By all means, if you have the funds to buy organic, scent-free, whatever soap and lovingly swish your diapers on delicate and then rinse them 9 times then you go right ahead.  I think you need a hobby, but you go right ahead.  But it isn't necessary.  I've written before on this:

What Makes A Detergent 'Cloth Diaper Safe'

What Does It Mean To 'Sun' A Diaper

What Does It Mean To 'Strip' A Diaper

I have a bottle of 50% off S.unlight detergent on the go right now.  I've used P.urex, T.ide, whatever - and my diapers are fine.  I mean, they've been used on heavy rotation for over three years, so they don't look brand new, but they work great, they aren't all stained and gross, and my babies are clean and dry.

Here are a few other topics I've touched on in the past:

How To Buy Cloth Diapers When Your Budget Is Tight

Here's a look at how my diaper washing routine went over two years ago, when I didn't have a proper clothesline or a dryer.

Here's a post I wrote about sending a toddler who pees a lot to bed in cloth diapers, and also a look at my first real attempt at handwashing.

My point is, there may be factors that prevent you from imagining life with cloth diapers, but the reality is that they fit seamlessly into your day.  They have a comfort and learning curve similar to how long it takes to figure out your kettle.  They don't cost very much at all, or anything, if that's your style.  They are easy to wash and while they certainly dry faster in a dryer, they can be dried almost anywhere.  

Now I'm going to go wash mine.

Things I've Found Out About Our New Area

So, guess what!?  There are Old Order Mennonites living quite close to us, and that means a farmer's market!  I am beyond excited about this.  Desbarats isn't our 'home town', but it's completely manageable in terms of travelling, and it seems as though the market is open into October, which is great news for us.  Also, I've discovered there's a local meat shop, and a honey farm, and even a few alpaca dealers - so my knitting won't be in acrylics only.  Hurrah!

And also, there's a train!  I had scanned maps before, and one of the things I was looking for was a train, since Samuel loves the one that goes through our town so much, but I couldn't see one.  Well, after a closer inspection I found that there are tracks outside of town, and what's more there is a 4-season road that leads to them AND it's only 3.5km from our house, which is totally walkable for the children and me - we regularly do 5km walks together, sometimes more.  I think I'll email VIA Rail and see if I can get the pass-through schedule.

The church sent me some pictures...

Not clear at all, really, but this is the kitchen window.  Have you ever seen such an odd design?  It has a little doorknob to open it, and then it unfolds accordion style.

They're repainting the parsonage for us, white, at my request.  Crisp!  Clean!  Also...combating this little problem:

Tiny, dark, North facing rooms that look out onto pine trees and lilac bush forests.  I think white rooms are our only real option under these circumstances.  The bedroom that will be Clara's is 7'9" by 11'.  Samuel's is 8'6" by 9'.  Tiny little rooms.  We're getting rid of the double bed that Samuel sleeps in right now and putting him back in his toddler bed for the time being.

I have a friend coming by today to visit, and although she doesn't realize it, she's also getting hog tied into child wrangling while I figure out how to take about bookshelves.  Adios.

How I'm Feeling About The 'Big Move'

It's funny, really, how my emotions are all over the place with this upcoming move.

On the one hand...I'm leaving this:

Hills, snow, leaves, beauty.

But I'm going to a place that looks like here
and here

So it's hard to be disappointed or upset about the move, exactly.  Our new home will be a lot more rugged, less agricultural.  More remote, a smaller town (less than 1/4 the size of our current town), and there will be fewer options in many areas of life.  There's one grocery store.  One.  I scroll through the Go.ogle maps of the area and scan for stuff to do...and when I find something I hoard it to myself.  There's a playgroup.  Only one, but it's something.  There's a library.  It has a children's storytime.  I treasure these things - they mean a lack of complete isolation.  Especially in the winter.  It might be impossible to get to the city or even another town in the area once winter really hits for a week or more at a time.  When the hydro goes down, I have no idea how long it will take to get hooked up again.  I really know almost nothing about the area - but I remind myself that I knew nothing at all about rural New Brunswick before I moved here.  I'll learn.

The church is preparing for us to be in the pulpit on the 1st of September - which means that there are only 35 more days until I'm home in the evening, having sat through that first service, probably putting the children to bed right about now, looking forward, no doubt, to an evening full of packing.

Perhaps this sounds ungrateful, but I know myself, and I know that I'll be terribly homesick right then.  Right Now Amy knows 35 Days In The Future Amy so very well, you see.  And so I've already started planning things for those first few difficult weeks.  A few small trips, just the children and me, and some interesting stuff to look forward to.  A trip to Toronto in November, with any luck.  Visitors in December, because we won't be able to travel over Christmas again as long as David is in ministry.  I'm prioritizing the internet - along with hooking up the phone it's the very first thing I'll be doing.

But in the meantime, I'm here.  This is the time when it's almost impossible for me to Be Here.  Be Present.  Be Right Now.  I strain forward and hold on to the past with a death grip.  Neither is healthy.  So if you're looking for me, I'll be in the basement, packing, and simultaneously really happy and terribly sad.

Family is much more fun than using up all the pepper

Oh my gosh guys I completely sucked at the 7 posts in 7 days challenge.  I got Sunday up, because I thought it started on Sunday, and then on Monday I kept reading all of these posts talking about 'Yay!  First Day of the Challenge!'  and I felt all smug because I'd started it a day EARLY.  Maybe I'd even go an EXTRA day - maybe I'd do eight days and kick the challenge's butt.  Right?  Right?  Who's with me??!!

And then I wrote a post on Monday, and lost my camera so I download the pictures I needed, so Monday's post went up on Tuesday.  Which was also when TUESDAY'S post was supposed to be up, and I think that happened on Wednesday.  And Wednesday ain't got no post at all.  At which point things sort of...fell apart.

Last week we also had company.  David's brother and his family were here.  It was the first time I had an opportunity to meet my youngest nephew, who is almost TWO, and the first time they had seen Clara, who turned one in May.

Immediate friends.

Now that our family has headed off home again, and left us sad at their going, we're in full packing mode once more.  The purging!  The purging!

And one of the things I'm hoping to do in the next week or so is completely clear out my cupboards and food stores.  It's going to be hard.  Not because I'm lacking in imagination, that's not an issue when it comes to me and cooking, but more simply because I get nervous when the food gets low.  When the food gets low the children get cranky and the husband gets a worry wrinkle and the mama starts to talk in a really upbeat voice - and that's not good for anyone.  But I also cannot abide wasting food, and will use up every last bit of it before leaving.  I'm planning on bringing some spices with me, and maybe yeast and baking soda, but other than that - we'll re-buy when we arrive.

For the next two days we'll be eating up everything from the freezer.  Not that there's a lot left.  The big storage freezer is empty, and pretty much everything from the fridge/freezer combo is gone already, but there were a few odds and ends.  This was my status this morning from facebook:

"Trying to figure out how to make a collection of random bits of food turn into 2 days worth of edible meals. Tonight we're doing a cheesy rice sort of thing, with rice cooked in chicken broth and the last of a jar of alfredo sauce and shredded cheese. And I'm going to make tuna cakes. And then tomorrow's lunch will be navy beans cooked in cream, pesto and roasted garlic. Supper is wonton wrappers stuffed with the wee little bit of ground beef left, tossed with black bean sauce and garlic scapes. And a slaw of shredded 'whatever is in the vegetable drawer' - a sad looking kholrabi, some carrots, um...I have apples..."

I'm optimistic.  But send me ideas all the same.

Tuesday - Because I have to.

I have pretty much no clue what to write about today.  And believe it or not, though you may not SEE it right now (since I've misplaced my camera) I HAVE written a post for Monday, and it WILL go up.  But it needs a picture.

Well, so, um...

We have company coming!  My brother in law (my husband's brother) and his wife and their two children are arriving on their way back from a camping trip and they'll be staying for several days.  I spent my day changing sheets and setting out towels and all of that.  Nothing thrilling.  I have NO meal plan in place.  Let's not talk about it.  My 'plan' is to wake David up reeeeaaaallllly early tomorrow and go shopping.

Clara is taking an antibiotic right now that needs to be given four times a day.  Can I just tell you how difficult it is to remember medication four times a day?  Really difficult.

Mystery Ingredient Monday

Alright, here's the Monday post I wrote on Sunday and posted on Tuesday, which is supposed to be about what I made for supper on Monday but is actually all about a late lunch on Sunday.  So whatever, off to a roaring start and all that.  Is this even Day 1 of the challenge?  Because I thought Sunday was.  But if Sunday was then I'm on day 3, and if today is then I'm on day....AGGGHHHHHH!

It doesn't. matter.  On to mustard.

 When I first decided to tag along on the mustard game, I figured I'd take the opportunity to use this ^ which has been sitting in my fridge forever, and actually contains the remnants of three or four identical products that people keep giving me when they move.  Except that I noticed that right beside this bottle was another bottle that contained Dijon mustard, which is so much better for cooking.  And since I tend not to use recipes, I needed all the 'high quality' ingredients I could get.

I kept backing and forthing on what to make and had almost decided on muffins (oh yeah - a good basic muffin recipe full of cheese, bacon, ham, chives, a bit of mustard....) but then couldn't 'mustard' the energy (oh come on, that was funny) and made meatloaf instead.

Here's what I put in it.  I even wrote stuff down and used measuring spoons and everything, which is practically unheard of around here.

1/2 kg med. ground beef (I was wrong, should have used lean.  Keep it in mind)
1 egg
1 Tbsp dijon mustard
1 Tbsp oregano
1 Tbsp thyme
salt and pepper
1 large cheese bun torn into pieces

Bake in muffin tins at 300F until done

The cheese bun was a late in the game decision - my last experience with using oatmeal in a meatloaf was unpleasant, and I didn't have any cooked rice or breadcrumbs and the crackers I had wouldn't have gone well.  So a cheese bun it was.

There you go.  Up a little late...but there you go.  Here's the link up!
                                                                                                

You didn't think Clothing Was Optional, did you?

Linking up today with 7 Posts in 7 Days and What I Wore Sunday...just a linking machine I am, I am!

I wish you could all have prayed for me this morning.  You could have started, oooo, right around when David turned to me in bed and said "Oh, when you get to church, can you set up the communion table please?"  and then got up and left for work.  Leaving me with two sticky, hot children to dress and drag off into the wild blue yonder all by my lonesome.  And then you could have tossed in a thousand or so prayers for the children, who had to eat cold pizza for breakfast because mama neeeeeeeded a shower, and one or five cuppa teas.  No, actually you could have started with the discovery that we had no clean diaper covers, or maybe that we didn't fill a prescription yesterday that we need today.

Wherever you start, you would have had to continue right on past the wanton destruction of all cleaned surfaces in the house by Clara The Destroyer, and the spectre of 'Too Much TV'.

***

Alright.  I have a bit of an explanation to make here.  I haven't been linking to anyone very much lately.  And there's a reason.  Sort of.  I mean, it isn't a very good reason but it is kinda a real one.  You see, I'm not joining in a lot of link ups because I really like blogs; I really like beautiful blogs.  I like pictures of other people's lives, and children, and backyards and holidays.  I like the pictures, and for some reason I seem unable lately to replicate anything even kind of sort of approaching a decent photograph.

It's not for lack of trying!  Take a look...

See?  That's a What I Wore Sunday post...that never happened.  We got dressed, we got outside, I had a friend come over and take a picture of us with the horrifically un-mowed clover field in the background, and then I just didn't post it.

Now I don't know why, maybe it's because I don't like the pictures I'm taking enough to post them, or maybe I'm lazy by the time I get home from church, change, put the children down for naps and collapse in a heap of tension.  I'm not a psychoanalyst, I'm just a gal trying to get a post up here, but today - well, today I was going to do it if it killed me.

And so we just plowed through, we did.  Straight through the awful behaviour, the endless crying, the discovery that the only functioning single stroller was soaking wet and Samuel's shoes were as well.  Keep on going!  Are you wearing a plaid shirt and striped socks and slippers to church?  Good, excellent!  And you?  Are you barefoot and in your brother's diaper cover and no hat?  Right!  Fine!  Hold on, babies, I've got to hot glue gun my shoe back together!  Wait just a moment, somebody pooped!

My hair is wet, doesn't matter, don't stop now, the stroller is locked in a reclined sleeping position, that's fine, get that baby in.  Take pictures, everyone smile.  Let's go to church.

The only time they were both standing.

Dreary looking.

Dark, frowny.  Whatever.

I'm wearing a dress from Forever 21, a cami from Walmart, shoes (that you blessedly cannot see) also from Walmart.  My necklace is a little pocket watch clock on a chain, and it's a Christmas gift from my parents from several years ago.  My bracelet is a plain silver chain and my headband is from the Dollar Store with an antique cameo broach pinned.

I have a nice camera, I do.  And I just don't understand why I seem completely unable to USE it.

Today...

In no particular order...

Best friends...

Nature all around us...

In which I worry unendingly about nothing.

It's been a summer of parades and parties and learning to ride a bicycle.  Oh, and packing of course.  Always the packing.  The packing and sorting has overwhelmed me.  It's made me an anxious wreck - I worry constantly.  I'm torn between the desire to rid myself and my family of the unwanted dross that collects on multiple moves as seaweed collects on a boat, and a strange nostalgic yearning to Keep Everything Always.

It's the worry I blame for the lack of sleep, and the daily migraines, and the general hopelessness I feel as I look around the house and think "Now what?  What do I pack next?  Do we take this thing, this thing that I like a lot?  What about THIS thing that I like a lot?  Do I take the nice shoes that don't fit the children but might fit a future child?  Does the fact that they are too expensive to replace influence my decision?"

I hate having to quantify my love; rate it on a scale of 1-10 and decide if I love something enough to bring it.  I'm frustrated by the lack of people coming to help me.  I told a friend last night that I wanted people to care about us enough to be okay with being inconvenienced a bit.  Yes, of course it's hard to find time to help a friend move, of course it is, but if it's your friend who's moving then, well, you do it anyway.  Even if it means dinner is pushed back an hour or you miss out on the Saturday sleep in or what have you.  I want this to be someone's priority.  "Sorry, I can't go to the park with you today, I'm helping my friend pack."

It's probably directly caused by my worry - but I am Blowing Things Out Of Proportion around here left right and centre, as my mother would say.  Are the dishes not done?  The Entire Kitchen Is Disgusting.  Is the computer being slow?  We Must Have A Virus.  Did David say he had trouble practicing parallel parking today?  He's Going To Fail His Driver's Test.  At times like these I find a few things invaluable, and if you have a personality that swings across the pendulum whilst under stress, then you might want to write them all over your body in permanent marker, as I intend to do later.

When handling worry, it helps to have a project, but it helps more to help another person.  Yes, scrubbing my bathroom with bleach and a toothbrush is going to give me something to focus on, but at the end of the scrubbing, all I can hope for is to have calmed down enough to 're-boot' my brain and go to sleep, excusing myself from the endless cycle of worry.  On the other hand, if in the midst of my anxiety I focus on someone else, God seems to grant me a special grace.  And so I've seen myself taking on, or offering to take on, projects that most people would think were crazy to do at this point.  And they're helping, they're helping a lot.

A theologian will need to tell me why this is, all I know is that it's true, and it works, and I'm doing it.  And I'm diligently trying not to call my husband at work in a panic.  Trying.

Cynthia Sends Me A Cross

Another post on the list of posts in the back of my head.

My friend Cynthia has been talking for ages, literally years, about a gift she had to send to me.  Since my parents were planning a quick stop over at our house on route to Nova Scotia we took advantage of the opportunity to have them act as couriers - and Cynthia's gift finally touched down in its new home.

Imagine my surprise...

The most beautiful stained glass cross to hang in our new home!  Cynthia makes stained glass as a hobby (which completely amazes me because I never think of a hobby as something so well done you could sell it) and we have an ornament for our tree that she made for us years ago as well, but this! is! amazing!

In with her gift were books for the children as well, which was wonderful because the children love to read and love to tear open paper vigorously - wrapped books are the best gift around here.

For Samuel:

And for Clara:

Both have been read dozens of times already - I think we have winners here.

Beulah Camp

I have so much to share in this space!  Ugh, I'm annoying myself these days with my endless thoughts of  "oooo...must remember to blog about that" and then forgetting as quickly as it comes.  I sit in front of the screen, after the littles are in bed (but never asleep, do they ever sleep??) and my mind just draws a blank.  I cannot think of one solitary thing I intended to say.

Well, let's start with something, anyway, shall we?  Yesterday the children and I packed up our bits and pieces, drove an hour and arrived at Beulah campground where we spent the day.

 

It was oh so hot, but the Exalt choir was lovely, and we saw friends and enjoyed ourselves.  I'm not sure if I've really written much about our summer and how we're trying to be intentional about getting the children outside as much as possible - but, well, we are.  Rain or shine, heat or not.  A lot of days this translates into something like this afternoon, where I turned on the sprinkler in the backyard, but more and more I'm venturing outside of the yard and into the world. 

The more I experience the early years of childhood, the more I'm convinced that exercise and fresh air are not luxuries in the life of a little being, they really are necessities.  On the days when, for whatever reason, we can't get out, behavior plummets, appetites are wonky, fights ensue and really the whole day goes to heck in a handbasket.

So How's That Packing Coming Along...

It's a sad state of affairs when the only time you really get to chat to your husband about such important, life-changing events as, oh, moving your entire family across the country, is while waiting to see a doctor.

This means that there is a tonne of stuff to be done in the next few weeks, including but not limited to...

*David practicing for, taking and passing his final driver's training.
*Deciding on a method of moving, U.haul-type or moving company.
*Making decisions regarding large pieces of furniture and their new homes.
*Talking to the church about several issues, including what paint colours we want in the parsonage.
*David finishing all of his follow-up work for the two courses he took.
*Transferring our district license.

And of course, packing.  I know it seems early, what with there being 6 weeks until we go, give or take, but even so...  I have moved us a total of five times in ten years and if previous experience is any indication of how this move will go, the time line will be something like:

6 weeks - lots of time
5 weeks - lots of time
4 weeks - lots of time
3 weeks - I should pack something
2 weeks - I SHOULD PACK MANY THINGS
1 weeks - Oh Lord
Moving Day - Ahhhhhhhhhh!

And ain't nobody got time for that.

I'm sort of starting in the basement, and my technique is fairly simple at this stage - I call it Purge And Sort.  Purge everything, throwing out or donating when/if necessary/possible (no one wants sheets from the 70s, just saying) and then whatever is left gets sorted into piles.  I'm being pretty neurotic about my piles.  Our books are getting categorized by whether David will have them in his office or they'll be in the house, and even by genre - science, fiction, stuff I like to keep in the bathroom...no?  Alright then.

If it's going to David's office, then it gets packed in a cardboard box and labelled.  The idea is that those books are going to be unpacked directly onto shelves and then the boxes can be tossed away.  If the box contents are destined for the house, I'm trying to pack them in big plastic totes.  Partially because they are dry and clean and safe for stuff, but also because I have no practical idea of what the house will be like, and I may very well not be UNpacking stuff for a while if there isn't space.

It's going well, if slowly.  I don't want to bring even one superfluous item with us, so I'm being pretty rigorous about what 'makes the cut'.  We're not taking our dining room set, or a dresser, or any half finished projects.  I'm going to find new homes for books and such, for clothing that will fit the children if they shrink back to newborn size or suddenly develop gigantism and for the obscene number of towels we own.  Seriously.  Obscene.  Who NEEDS this many towels??

Whew.  I need a list.  That will make me feel better.

So What Was David Doing, Anyway?

David is home now, hallelujah!  And I thought I'd talk a bit about what he was actually doing away from us for so looooooong.

David's current ministry license (essentially, his piece of paper that certifies that he is a minister in our denomination) is a student license, and therefore has some requirements that come along with it in order to remain current.  One of those requirements is that he take two courses per year in continuing education offered through the church.  Now, he could fulfill that any number of ways, but this year we chose to invest in him attending intensive in-class courses instead of distance education.  Each of the courses was two and a half days long, and involved a lot of reading and paper writing before the in class time.  This year, those courses were offered a few provinces (and a 12 hour drive) away!  We were really eager for him to have the opportunity, though, especially since he's had to manage his courses through distance education for the past couple of years.

Here's what he took:

Pastoral Ministry - see description
Doctrine of Holiness - see description


Of course, he didn't take these courses at Kingswood, but that's the course stuff.

Answers To Questions You Haven't Asked.

I can finally make an announcement that I've been sitting on for a long time now.  David has been hired at a church!  It's crazy unreal over here.  I wish I could personally email or facebook everyone with answers to all of the questions you'll have, but as you can imagine we're a little bit busy with the whole freaking out thing, so here's what I know so far - and if I've missed some crucial piece of information feel free to ask about it in the comments.

Where Is It?

The church is in a very small town (about 566 residents).  The surrounding township only has a population of 625, and that includes several small towns.  The next nearest town with a larger population has 1279 residents.  Approximately an hour away is a city that would likely be our destination for most things.

The nearest Wesleyan church is about an hour away, but is in the US.  The nearest Canadian church is about four hours away.  So, it's very removed from things.

Where Will We Live?

The position comes with a parsonage, which is a house that we'll live in for the duration of our time there.  It's also small, I've been told.  Three bedrooms, no dining room and no basement.

What Will David Do?

Well, David currently works shift work, so he'll be 'home' a lot more.  I put that in quotation marks only because a pastor is always on call and David likely won't be IN the house very much at all, but he'll be much more accessible.  We've agreed that his office will be out of the house, either in the church itself (less likely) or else in another building that the church owns (more likely).

His days will be taken up with preparing for Sunday's sermon (research, writing, practice), actually preaching, meetings (marriage prep, baptism prep, etc.) board meetings, probably preparing the bulletin, possibly dealing with music stuff, visitation, bible study, travel for a variety of things, retirement home services.

What Will Amy Do?

Likely not anything much different than I do now.  Hopefully we can find community there and fit in.

Pictures?

Not yet!  I wish I could share some photos but unfortunately the only ones I've found online identify the town, which isn't something I'm comfortable sharing in this space.  Once we arrive I'll be sure to take some photos on our walks that I can post.  Picture a very tiny northern Canadian town and you probably know what it looks like!  Having trouble?  Well, a highway, with lots of little houses, and trees, and rocks.

What Will Change?

We'll be using our car, for one thing.  Where we live now we really don't need it, but in such a remote area we will.  David and I have also discussed getting a cell phone.  I don't want one, but it probably makes sense to have one.

I hope you've been patient with my lack of posts recently, and will continue to be patient with what is likely going to be a LOT of one sided conversation about the move.  :-)