Interesting. I am taking a painting class, waiting for my sewing class to start back up after the Hurricane, have a craftr oom in really great shape. And can’t think of a thing to do. I’m in a rut. I can’t believe I am going to put this in writing, but I have no photos to scrap. Okay, I have a bunch of heritage stuff, really old stuff, but I am not motivated. Ali Edwards is going to do her “A Week in the Life” album again, only online. Not the same as a class of course, but pretty cool. She’s giving prompts and ideas this week, next week is gathering week, and the next week she is putting it together. I’m going to try to follow along and participate because I think I need it. It should push me to get back into the swing of things with my camera. I’m in a rut. Need to climb out. Don’t feel real good but that’s really just an excuse I think. Sigh. Okay, enough rambling. I’ll be back soon. Promise. But in the meantime, here’s some photos I took in Galveston today. I had to go down and check on a house for one of our clients. Its standing. Needs a new ground floor, but its standing.
Now this is attitude. I like it.

And this is a boat in the middle of the highway. There is an entire row of them on one stretch of the highway. I’m guessing they washed in from the nearby boat docks. Glad I didn’t buy that boat and beach house with my extra millions a few months ago.

This is our neighborhood. We were lucky but we lost lots of big, beautiful trees. Oaks and pecans and magnolias. It was pretty amazing the day after the storm came through.

Scott is just about 6 ft tall if that helps you see how big this tree was… its all gone now. Cut up into bits and pieces and the hole in the ground filled in…

I would never have been able to lift this tree off the sidewalk before I started going to the gym. I would like to thank my trainer, Juan, for my super strength. You guys believe me, right?

Yikes. Really big tree.

And yet, life goes on.

Wow. So that’s what a hurricane can do when it actually hits town. We were actually very lucky at our house. We did not have any damage to the house and only lost a few limbs to trees. Oh, and a blade off one of the ceiling fans on the back porch. All of our neighbors were pretty lucky too although a BUNCH of trees went down in the neighborhood. We were without power for about a week, my grandparents live closer into Houston and they still do not have power. They are living on a generator which is nice, but man are they loud. When you finally turn them off, you think you’ve gone deaf from the silence. Seriously. So I have photos but I can’t find them, I think they are on the laptop we were using at work (from the wifi at the Kroger and the burger joint). I’ll upload them when I can. Take care all. I will be back I promise.

has been no small feat in our house. When other suburban kids were learning to ride their bikes, Isabella was living in San Francisco, where the hills and the city streets make it a tad more difficult to learn. Not that city kids don’t ride bikes, they do, we just didn’t take the time to go to the park to learn. I know. Bad parenting. Whatever. Anyway, she has been learning off and on for a couple of years and I finally got really tired of sitting in the carpool lane last year and told her she had to ride her bike to school starting this year. She didn’t believe me. When school started, she walked the first week, then decided that was really hard. She asked me to pick her up in the car. Nope. So she spent about 4 hours over two days practicing again with her dad. Tuesday morning, the second week of school (and Monday was a holiday), she informed us she was riding her bike to school by herself that day. And she has never stopped. She is up and down driveways, over curbs. She has had two wrecks and comes up, asks for an ice pack and gets right back on the bike the next day. She is fantastic and Little Betty (yes, it came with a name) is the best bike in the world. I love that my daughter is on a black old-school bike with pink flames. She has such spirit and fashion sense. I’m a happy camper and so is she. And Dad too, although he was a it miffed that she didn’t need him the first time she rode. Ah dear hubby, our baby is growing up.