the Nixionary

I got frustrated yesterday. I know part of buying a new house is being patient, but what about when you don’t feel like being patient? By mid-day yesterday, I had finished painting the kitchen, the pantry, and the upstairs bathroom, and there was nothing else for me to do. There was tons for me to [...]

We slept in our new house for the first time last night. Woke to gray light coming through gray curtains. I had dreams about Paris and La Familia, the pool in Baker where I used to swim. It has only been a week, and that neighborhood feels like snow-covered streets in a different city. (The [...]

We are under contract on a house. I’m not sure if I should say this here. The house is not the place I expected to like, but I do. Actually, I refused to let the realtor take us there the first few times she tried. When I finally said yes, I was set on another [...]

We’ve been doing this.

I spent all of last week on Lake Powell, pulling warmed skin through water, hiking up chalky canyons, drinking in the morning, looking for wild horses, watching the sky not change while wind ripped at the ropes holding the boat to the rocky shore. The chords groaned and stretched, sagged, then snapped tight again, and [...]