Little House

Since the cable company won’t be here until Thursday sometime before noon, I am pirating some wifi from my neighbor. It’s sketchy at best, and keeps cutting out, so I cannot upload any pictures, nor do I have the bandwidth or emotional fortitude to write a post that yesterday- and how it all went down- deserves. I’ll have to open a fresh box of kleenex to do it. For now, know we are in Little House, and while it is in fact little- and sharing a bathroom is taking some adjustment- we are all well and we have been incredibly loved and taken care of, by many many people. And honestly, lest anyone think me incredibly shallow, it’s not losing the house that hurts so much; it’s losing what the house represented. And that’s why I cannot bear to go walk it’s empty, echoing rooms. It’s too fresh, too raw, and too new. So… onward and forward. I have me some boxes to unpack. OH BOY, do I have me some boxes… and come spring, I’m going to have one heck of a garage sale. Funny little things keep happening and I think, “Oh! I have to write about that!” and then I remember I have no internet. No phone. No TV. Borrowed airwaves only go so far. I’ve missed you guys! Thursday then… call it a date.

14 thoughts on “Little House

  1. You and your family will be blessed greatly in your little house…can’t wait to see pictures and can’t wait to hear the memories you guys create there. Oh, what great memories await you! Memories is what childhood is made of. Your kids are so, so lucky!

  2. I’ve thought about you and your children all weekend Tracy. I hope the ‘little house’ brings you peace and someday soon, joy. I’m looking forward to Thursday too.

  3. So this is the tale of our castaways,
    They’re here for a long long time.
    They’ll have to make the best of things,
    It’s an uphill climb.

    The first mate is their Mama too
    She’ll do her very best,
    To make the others comf’terble
    In their Little House nest.

    No phone, no lights, no motor car,
    Not a single luxury
    Like Robinson Crusoe
    It’s primitive as can be.

    So join us here each week my friends,
    You’re sure to get a smile,
    From these stranded castaways
    Here on Mama’s Isle!

  4. oh good heavens, there’s nothing at all shallow about sadness over losing your family home! we mamas put lots of love and attention into building our homes, lots of emotional baggage in each little corner we’ve organized for our families. i’ve been impressed at your emotional maturity in staying relatively upbeat about it all. love, love your forward-looking mentality.

  5. That’s awesome, smee!

    Tracy, just think of all the boxes you could unpack without the distraction of the internet! 😉

    May Little House soon become Little Home.

  6. Just wanted to say HI….J fixed my web problem so I can see you now and I can’t wait to hear/see all about the Little House 🙂

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