It's Official

I guess I need to change the name of this blog. "Intra-Urban?" Maybe, "Post-Farm Urban Wife"?

We are moving back to the city as soon as possible. The commute has been too hard and too expensive. You haven't heard much from me here since I took the Swinery business manager job, and, well, part of that is because 10-15 hours of my week is spent commuting. Gabe goes in almost every day, so he's looking at more like 15-20 hours. Two ferry passes, $140 per week, and gas... The truck may be cool but it gets a cool 8 to 12 mpg, which means it's about a gallon each way, so what's that, $42 a week for him, about $15 a week for me.

We've been approved for a house in West Seattle, a far cry from this one, but nice in its own way. It's a 1927 Tudor, with cool built-ins and a full basement. The biggest down-side is that it doesn't have a dishwasher. We'll have to buy a portable. Yuck!

We go to sign the lease tomorrow and I'll take pictures then.

Monday Afternoon, While the Kids are Watching Disney Upstairs

Does splitting
wood in the rain wash
blood off the axe?

"New agrarianism" sounds
pretty fantastic in print.
Feathers in the kindling,

new, chaotic red flowers
on my pink barn boots.