Are we going to awaken from this dream? Our lives have changed 180 degrees in the past few weeks, and we can't believe it's for good and for real, finally.
It's not the new, nearly completed house that looms just 50 yards from the trailer window where I now sit.
It's that Don now sleeps 8 to 10 hours a night and wakes up rested. And that he hasn't worn a watch in days.
It's that we don't have to think about packing up and "going home" in a few days. We're already home.
These past three weeks in the trailer (a glorified dog crate with three large dogs plus us) have been wonderful. Probably the happiest of our 23-year marriage.
I cross-country skied here today. Been waiting four years for that dream to come true. The XC skiing here is world-class, right on our own 40 acres. Mostly level, with trails, roads, and open fields. A "silence that bludgeons you dumb," as Robert Service would say. And snow you can eat.
Last night we lit our first fire in the kiva fireplace, just to try it out.
Painters are hard at it this week, now that all the tongue-in-groove is up. Flooring should be arriving next week.
I'm going to miss this trailer.
