Today is the third anniversary of moving into our new home. I’ll never forget after all was moved in, Ray shook up some martinis and we started to sip away at them.
It was a Friday. I opened the door and the full January mood was rising (similar to Saturday’s spectacular moonrise). I turned to Ray and said “Oh my gosh, we moved in on a Friday the 13th full moon.” Just then–I shit you not–a pack of coyotes raced past the courtyard gate right between us and the full moon. I turned to Ray and said,
“I’m going to take that as a good sign.”
I remember coming out here every day while the house was under construction. It felt endless waiting for them to finish and yet here we are years later.
Ray’s nephew is going to Kuwait. He asked us to look after his motorcycle while he’s away. Naturally, I said yes.
Rode it to work yesterday. Froze my ass off but it was worth it!
It’s a Kawasaki Ninja 250. A 250 is very small for me. It was like riding a bumble bee.
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