It’s only been fourteen years since we bought this land out in the country and started designing a house. The house went through a lot of designs before we settled on one. And twice before now we got all the way to getting prices. And three years ago we nearly ditched the whole idea. But anyway, there’s no turning back now.
The contractor says it’ll take three months, but just to keep what sanity I currently posess, I’m preparing myself for this to take seven or eight months. But don’t worry – I’ll be sure and keep you all posted on the progress.
Lubbock County, Texas
One time, when a winter storm closed the roads, we spent Christmas night sleeping* in the basement of the Methodist church in Post, Texas. It was not nearly the spiritual experience one might anticipate, even with the heavy symbolism of taking refuge and etc.
And, then last Christmas Eve, I explored the Catholic church in Marathon, Texas, where I suppose a Mass was held later that night. This time it was just me and the little Pope there on the windowsill. Neither of us snored.
St. Mary Catholic Church
*Sort-of sleeping, I guess. Many, many people snore, as it turns out. And church basement floors are very cold.
While I am not necessarily admitting to anything, the reason there are no people in the picture (other than the fact that it’s a photo that I took) is that they were all attending conference sessions, like obedient little convention attendees.
Ernest N. Morial Convention Center
New Orleans, Louisiana