There are so many places to begin, and so much to say, that saying it all is impossibe anyway and one might as well not even try, but simply begin with whatever seems pleasant and current.

Thus, let us begin with the largest thing on the landscape -- the house. The house has hardwood floors and a stone fireplace and a nice backyard. A house with french doors onto a small patio where the herbs are currently sitting, for Jim and I have in fact already moved into said house, although only just. Friends helped us all of the last two Saturdays, and so this past Saturday night was the first night of the new house. The cats, as one might expect, were dubious, but they seem to have relaxed and are now resuming their normal cat activities.

This morning I woke up later than I meant to, and took a shower in the tiny stall in the master bedroom (which stall had its grout sealed by the author not two weeks ago, with the help of Jim of course), and then made myself a cup of tea. I ended up sitting, drinking tea and eating cereal, fending cats off from both (milk is a powerful draw) and reading this odd book on philosophy and science and quantum mechanics which I must finish soon, as it's overdue at the library. That was nice. And then I went through the pretty french doors and out onto the patio, to water the plants and see how they were liking their relocation; they'd only moved the day before and were somewhat jostled and inconvenienced in the process. I found a snail that had come along for the ride, which made me wonder somewhat if this was now a Displaced Snail who was unhappy, or a snail who had decided to pack up and go to a new locale. Or maybe, just maybe, this was actually a local snail who had noticed the new plants and was moving fast. Who can say?

That is a tiny snapshot of my life, this month of May in the year 2000. Perhaps there will be more.