We are on the verge of selling our house, and moving into a new one. Lots of changes, all good. But change nonetheless.
I look forward to having a dishwasher, a place to store all the gear, a nicer kitchen. Etc… Financial stress hopefully won’t show too many cracks in the porcelain doll of my marriage and my mind. I wonder if I have more of my mother in me than I think when it comes to expectations for housing. Always biting off more than I can chew.
On another note, Isabella came to me with a really interesting story. She told me that she and the neighbor girl imagined a creepy specter called the Far Phantom who could turn invisible to everyone except children, and that when he knew children were watching he would hide behind every tree. She wouldn’t describe what he looked like, because she never got a good look at him. Or he would turn himself invisible when an adult showed up.
Why can’t I come up with a name as cool as the Far Phantom?