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  • in an effort to change my focus...

    It was our Labor Day barbecue. The party was a little late to get started as we dragged out our camp chairs and ice chests. I put out a card table and when I took the salad out, a tablecloth had magically appeared. In no time, M was at his usual spot by the grill starting the carne asade and the table was heaped with pico de gallo and guacamole and all the fixings.

    There was a time, not long ago, I considered moving into a friends garage, just so my daughter and I could have a roof over our heads. First I cried. Then I decided. Instead of making the best of it, I decided I wanted someplace good and safe and homey. Someplace where someone didn't have to park their BMW bike in the driveway and move their drum set. Someplace with a shower.

    First, jump out of the airplane. Then, make a parachute!

    There were surprises, and losses and hard-ass grief, and several occasions which could only be explained by the word miracle. Little miracles and godsends and hard work and determination.

    And so, we found our home. And our neighbors found us, because after all, they were what we really needed.

    And it's with deep thanks to these dear friends and gratitude to a god I can only believe in because of the non-stop reality of miracles in my life these three years, I share a few everyday memories.

    This first is Little D with Raisin who have become great friends, hanging out a little on most evenings.
  • Raisin and also Molly, but don't forget Scout, Ollie, Sundance and Cassidy, and more ruffs and meows.

    Neighbors have brought the dancing back into my life, and the cake!
  • Neighbors making great godparents and friends.
  • Impromptu Dogfest!
  • Let me get this straight. Not only do I get to babysit three kids, these two loafers, and a box full of puppies, but we also get to watch Disney's Teen Beach Movie? Cool.
  • I lost one lovely neighbor to cancer listening to her and her sister laugh through many evenings. I've walked with one daily as her mom died. There has been plenty of grief and sickness and surgeries and injuries. We've gotten emergency rides and borrowed every ingredient in the cupboard. They've welcomed each of my roommates, no matter how weird. We've traded coupons and recipes and many, many martinis, not to mention the passing of the plates and casseroles and cookies. They've remembered to put out my trash and I saved a cat from a coyote in the dark, wee hours.

    I decided I wanted someplace good and safe and homey. The miracle was that I got dancing too, and neighbors.
  • All pictures found in my camera - and my memories.
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