Let the Chaos Begin

We finally got written orders late last week. That means we have the official congressional funding allocated (I guess), but what it REALLY means is we can SCHEDULE MOVERS. Let the moving chaos begin! 

Here are a bunch of photos from about six different recent trips to the zoo. I embarrassed Megan by touching a tortoise, and my friend Chiyoko and I held still when an emu walked right by us in the walkabout exhibit. And Chris and I took the kids to Zoo Grooves, the zoo’s free summer concert series. 

Issac’s annual cardiology appointment was filled with tons of angst. 

In the end, he looks great. Apparently he’s never supposed to play football though. 

I have been regularly exercising, even jogging, and I don’t hate it. I think what I don’t hate is listening to Chesapeake while jogging along the river—the descriptions of oystering, race politics over hundreds of years, ship-building, geese hunting, pirates, and life along a made-up river on the Eastern Shore. If I go just after bedtime, the fireflies illuminate the bushes, often lightning flashes on the horizon, the salty river smells sweep off the water and the comforting tree smells of sycamore and mimosa trees spur me on. 

I’m in the last 50 of Chesapeake’s 1100+ pages, and my brain can either read a novel or blog, but rarely both. Final stretch, then there will probably be a glut of posts like this one, cobbled together, wrapping things up. 

The crepe myrtles are starting to bloom.