NEIGHBORHOODS

My walk down to Coyote Creek.

When we choose a place to move to we can pick our home and hopefully pick a good neighbors.  We live in a quiet area and I am thankful I can walk to the store or to the park or down to the Creek.  When we first moved in there was one house with a very noisy family that played loud music in their garage until the wee hours of the morning.  We were thankful when they left.

The hard work of writing, not only for myself but with the awareness others may read, has taught me that in life we all have similar challenges and in the challenge of faith there is no right or wrong way to do it, but for me there is my way I have chosen.  My friends have helped me find guidelines along with the Bible, the church and unwrapping traditions of the past and searching for new and deeper understandings about the future.

We  will all have a little uncertainty about our future.

We were fortunate that dad was able to manipulate his first posting to be at the Coast.  This made his job harder at first because he did not know landmarks in the area that pilots would refer to.  I missed the sunshine the first few years we were here.  I even missed the snow.  Not the freezing cold or boiling hot.  I fell in love with the mountains and the ocean and became at home here.

Yesterday dad finished his work in the yard and I cleaned house and even baked brownies for when Kim would arrive with Ben and Morgan.  There was soup for when Carol came and joined us after work. 

Today Kim and Carol are going to the bird sanctuary  and later coming here to celebrate Panteli's birthday.  Carol is providing supper and even though it is a small group we will have fun.