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 I'm avoiding my schoolwork. No, I'm not really. I want to work on it and do a great job on it, but the kids are home now and there's at least one sound system jamming out and one argument brewing at all times. I can't concentrate here. I've forgotten everything I wanted to write in my essay, so I guess I'll wait until 9 p.m. and write it while I fight sleep. A better solution hasn't presented itself and I have deadlines looming. I did get through one chapter and a clear(ish) plan of attack on my weekly assignment. I also made a healthy breakfast and lunch, cleaned up the mess from the indoor rainstorm, taped off a door jamb for painting, and started putting up wallpaper. I had a much bigger list, but I seriously doubt I'll get to half of it.

So, we bought this house last year (a terrible time to buy) and it was/has been a fixer upper. We gutted the kitchen, completely refloored the entire house, new paint everywhere, 3 bathrooms refinished, popcorn ceiling removed, and on and on and on. It's just getting nice. We finally got the tub in and clean, all ready for someone to take their first bath! Somehow, though, the drain hadn't been tightened so the water just gushed down through the ceiling in the dining room as it was pouring outside too. John cut a hole in the ceiling and quickly urged Rosie out of the bath so he could get in the bathroom to fix it. That was Saturday and I just barely (Wednesday) got to the terrible mess from the ceiling.

I'm really having a hard time here in California. Hold on. No. I made some pretty great friends in the last ward before we bought the house and moved a town over. They are almost all moving away this year, if they haven't already moved away. I'm struggling at finding friends here. I don't have a lot of time, so I can't expect much, but an invitation goes a long way in establishing relationships. There are some great people in our current ward too. But there is also a huge divide or rift here. I officially am accepted by the older ladies...sort of. They are really nice and have an ongoing monthly lunch bunch, but it isn't the same. Their kids are my age or almost my age. I have teens, pre-teens, and a preschooler. I feel isolated. I love trying new things, having adventures, but I just have to go it alone or plan one and hope I can get someone to go with me. John is traveling a lot these days and I can't help but be very envious of that. I want to go. I have been home long enough...but I still have 15 years before everyone is out of the house. I still have a year and a half before our baby goes to kindergarten. 

One day at a time. 

Until next time,

Kate

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