Little House Is...

...starting to feel a little more like home every day.  

New Year...A Few Weeks Late

Last year’s blogging effort sort of petered out ignominiously, didn’t it? 

I honestly don’t know why I’m having such a hard time writing.  I suspect it has something to do with the all-pervasive political pall that has fallen over our world.  I have been overwhelmed…buried by the endless stream of catastrophic bullshit emanating from the bullshitter-in-chief, his cult following and his sycophants in Congress.  It seems like there is nothing good or pure or innocently exciting under the sun. 

And in this heavy, poisonous atmosphere, I am preparing to embark upon a shiny new chapter of life.  Doesn’t bode too well, does it?

Yet…here I am, clickety-clacking away in my new home, ink barely dry on the official documents, and house #1 in Scappoose still having not quite yet made its debut on the affordable-housing-hungry market in greater PDX. 

A little scary…yes, indeed.  But things have been moving forward inexorably; while not as rapidly as my impatient heart would desire, certainly as quickly as this old girl and her old guy are able to assimilate the changes.  Our first goal was to reduce our inventory of vehicles to one each (plus the bus), all paid for and titles in hand. That was a process!  But eventually we were able to declare “Mission Accomplished” and had put ourselves on better financial footing to begin our house hunt.

So…I am going to attempt to re-invigorate my blog with tales of the ups and downs of setting ourselves up for retirement.  If I’m too overwhelmed by the sheer volume of heavy political crap to formulate decent essays on that subject, I can, at the very least, maintain the “historical record of my life” aspect of the blog. 

Stay tuned, if you’re interested…

Bloom