Tag: Lost River Valley
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How Is Summer Almost Over?
Whelp, it’s finally here. Sheryll’s Solo Summer (SSS) is coming to an end next week, as my schmoopies-for-life comes back from his sabbatical taking care of his father. It truly has been a long three months. And a lot of physical and emotional work for my beloved XFE in the midst of an unprecedented heat…
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Life and Mountain Laurel in West Virginia
Whew. It’s been a long-ass six (or seven?) months since my last post. Not like a whole second global pandemic long, but not too far off the mark. For the last – gosh, I want to say, for 10(!?) months — my lovable and wonderful non-husband, XFE has been dealing with aging family members’ health…
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Lot’s to Love About Lost River
We appear to have won the battle of the carpenter bees and are now settling into full spring at the cabin. Which, while carpenter bee-free, is not at all bug free. In fact, it is very, very buggy. But that’s what you get when you plunk a cabin in the middle of five acres of…
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Part 2: Holy crap. We bought a cabin.
Picking up where I left off: By September, we were getting pretty frustrated with the whole “let’s buy a vacation cabin” experience. When we began looking in June, we had visions of spending late summer all settled in the country. After all, our rowhouse in Old Town was literally the first house we looked at…
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Part 1: Holy crap. We bought a cabin.
Hello from the other side, my fellow vaxxed and inoculated pandemic people. We made it. I mean, we’ve still got a ways to go to make sure we reach herd immunity, but there seems to be a very dim light at the end of this long, crap tunnel of death and illness and isolation. We…