"Personally, I like two types of men - domestic and foreign." - Mae West

It's too bad that most people alive now don't know who Mae West was. She was the original "naughty" girl, but unlike today's versions (cf. Madonna, or more recently, Miley Cyrus) hers was all innuendo and allusion. She never actually did or wore anything inappropriate and was critical of those who did.

The bathroom got its second coat of paint and the shower curtain is up, but that's all the progress I made. The Ace Hardware in Veneta opens at 9:00 on Sundays and I was there at 9:01 to get the appropriate drill size. By 9:15 I had the hole drilled and filed smooth, the rod up, and the shower curtain hung. That meant I could take a shower before we left at 9:45 for church. The paint went on this afternoon after it was clear the Seahawks were going to let another one get away in the fourth quarter.

After church Pam and I went to Carl's Jr. for lunch. That's only significant because our routine up until a week ago was to have family lunch there, just in Goodyear, AZ instead of Eugene OR.
My burger didn't taste nearly as good without kids and grandkids present.

From there across the parking lot to Fred Meyer so Pam could do the grocery shopping while I had a cup of coffee at the Starbucks over in the corner.

We often heard someone tell us that living together 24/7 was going to get old very quickly and we'd long for the separation we had when one or the other of us was off at work. Neither of us sees that on the horizon. We're having fun, working together on projects associated with getting settled, and talking about everything at a leisurely pace.

As we continue to make progress the inside of MoHo is getting much more livable. It's always going to be a 70's single wide, and some rooms - especially the kitchen - would require more money to upgrade than makes sense for what is a temporary abode. So if/when you come for a visit expect it to be what it is.
The outside of MoHo shows a new side of beauty almost every day. I love the way it looks when the sun comes through the big Douglas Firs right outside our doors. The mottled mix of sun & shade on the forest floor will never get old.
I was up before the sun this morning and as it began to get light I could see that a thin fog had wrapped MoHo lightly enough that I could see the trees closest, but not those down by Fred, 100' away. I went outside and it was absolutely quiet. Silence.
It's likely that we'll see a dusting of snow once or twice this winter and I'm eager to see how that looks.

Henry David Thoreau said what we need in life are those things that preserve body temperature, and we only need them in sufficient measure to do that. After his Walden Pond experiment he came to realize that required food, clothing, and shelter. Ol' Henry was more than a little odd, and he was very critical of anyone who accumulated more of those three things than necessary for that minimal level. He'd find even tiny house living indulgent.

MoHo came out of the factory as humble housing and it hasn't aged well. Our TV leans to the left 2 or 3 degrees because the floor is as uneven there as it is everywhere else. If I wanted it to lean to the right I could move it to another spot across the room. But so far the roof doesn't leak, the toilet flushes, and the burners on the stove get hot. Neither of us has a single complaint. Yeah, we're looking forward to building our tiny house with the luxuries of a washer & dryer, a full size microwave, and a tiled shower big enough to extend one arm, but this move was never about the inside space. God did a remarkable job on what's outside and we're never going to tire of looking at it in all its variations through time of day, time of year, and weather.
T'ank you, Fadder.