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100/110/10

Today is 110 years since the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906.

Trent shows off the historic photo we bought a few years ago for 3675 of SF burning after the 1906 quake.

Trent shows off the historic photo we bought a few years ago for 3675 of SF burning after the 1906 quake. Every Bay Area home needs such a thing.

I knew it the second I opened my work calendar this morning and looked at that date on the screen:

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Warm + Toasty

2381 is officially christened.

Cheers to our new special place.

Cheers to our new special place.

Broken-in as our most special of all special places.

Warmed-up as a hideaway for the people (and animals) we love, to laugh, overeat, drink too much, sleep in, be loud or be quiet, and enjoy some of our beautiful, dwindling, pristine places in this country.  Continue reading

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Cabin Blues

We never thought our new cabin would give us the blues, but it has.

So many of them.

This many, to be exact:

Porcelain Vase?

Porcelain Vase?

Norwegian Night? (could go for one of those)

Norwegian Night? (could go for one of those)

Jellyfish Blue? (didn't know they were blue)

Jellyfish Blue? (didn’t know they were blue)

Isis Wept? (DAMN that's a great name)

Isis Wept? (DAMN that’s a great name)

Twinkle Twinkle? (seems kind of depressing for that name...)

Twinkle Twinkle? (seems kind of depressing for that name…)

Lake Henry? (where?)

Lake Henry? (where?)

Artistic Blue? (aren't they all?) Marina City? (sounds so very, very blue)

Artistic Blue? (aren’t they all?) Marina City? (sounds so very, very blue)

GOD I HATE PAINTING. Even just a tiny little bit of brand new trim. Especially when you don’t know what color you’re dealing with. And don’t want to cut out a piece of your old trim to get a sample (although, in hindsight, we could have, and should have, just done that).

But, now we have a new friend in the Arnold ACE Home Center. His name is Matt, and he works the paint counter. And he is happy to help you one, two, five times in the same weekend.

STEELE BLUE.

STEELE BLUE.

TA DA.

No more painting. Seriously.

Time to get to the “vacation” part of the “vacation home.”

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Expansion

We’ve officially moved into 2381!

Sam waking up to the chirp of squirrels in the pines on his first morning at 2381.

Sam waking up to the chirp of squirrels in the pines on his first morning at 2381.

We just spent our first weekend there. It was a little more work than we expected, and yet there was still something so blissful about it… Even when we’re doing work in our vacation home, it’s still our vacation home. Continue reading

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Big

Whoa. The last week(ish) has been big. Really big. BIG.

BI-I-IG.

Like, probably the biggest week of my life, with a few exceptions…

  1. The week I got married – May 2011 – 2,500 miles from where I lived, then took off on my two-week honeymoon in the Canary Islands. That was a very, very, big week+, in a very, very good way. I had achieved a happiness that I’d never really imagined for myself, and I enjoyed it fully (something I don’t think I’d ever done before then).
  2. The (two) week(s) I moved to California – May 2006 – to take my second-chance life-changing job with Antenna Audio (later Discovery). I left behind all my family, a lifetime of friends, and my boyfriend of nine years who I later broke up with (because he didn’t want to come with me so, in my defense, he actually broke up with me and… see #1; it was for the best). That was a hugely terrifying week+ but it was a good kind of hugely terrifying; big things were happening and although I didn’t know how it would all turn out, I trusted it would be great. And I was right (after I got over the breakup).
  3. The week we moved into our first home – June 2012 – here at 3675, flew to Michigan for my grandparents’ 60th anniversary, and found out while we were there that I got my job at Art.com: the job that really bumped my career up a notch and (I have to admit) turned me into the candidate capable of the dream job I have now. That one was big because it was grownup big; I took on a lot because it was all important to me, and I made it all happen. It was a good kind of big that I controlled from start to finish.
  4. The week I spent in the hospital – June 2005 – getting my craptastic diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis. On my F#@%ING BIRTHDAY. Oh yes – I had answers to my mysterious ailments, but otherwise this was a big week in the absolute worst kind of way: one that ended with not only my ruined birthday party but a botched hospital discharge, steroid withdrawal, an emergency blood patch on my spine, home care, an amazing series of prednisone-induced nightmares, and what was probably a fairly significant and undiagnosed case of clinical depression.

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