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life in the desert


well, i had thought that we moved to the middle of pennsylvania, but it turns out we made a slight miscalculation, or perhaps the gps was on the fritz, because we apparently ended up in the middle of the sahara desert.  yesterday it was approximately 137 degrees fahrenheit.  at least at night it cooled to a comfortable 96 degrees. 

it's hot.

we continue to settle in to our new home, but we have to watch out for tumbleweed and cactuses.  (cactuses?  cacti?  what the heck?).  last night we got our living room furniture all in (we were delayed because of some repairs to the floor) and we will soon have a dining room, too!  we still have some painting to do, and boxes to unpack, and i may need to set some scorpion traps, but day by day, we are settling in.  thanks to all of you have checked in and asked how we are doing.  we've been plenty busy, so i've failed a bit on the whole blog/facebook/twitter thing.  the good news is that my new laptop is up and running, so i should be back in the swing of things here, if only i could find an electrical outlet somewhere out here in the sahara....

Comments

NJ Grandma said…
Glad to hear you are settling in - hope your first Sunday in your new church went well. We were thinking of you. This heat is unbelievable - it is all over. Stay cool and glad to see you are back on-line.
Mary said…
post pics of your living room! I want to see it all completed :o)
greg. said…
mary, your wish is my command.

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