And the new view is not just out my window. Although that's changed, too. This lovely shot is the view from the porch of my new lake house. Ok, ours. That feels very weird to say aloud, even in print. And so we get to watch a new chapter in our family's life write itself from this vantage point, perhaps even quite literally if I can get Internet there. Liv and Ally are only mildly impressed and somewhat baffled. I don't think they see the relevance of a lakehouse to their lives right now and that's probably appropriate from the perspective of a teenager. It's just a place with a lot of attention-seeking dragonflies and sketchy cell phone service.
|front and center which is how we see her|
|Catching up with Aunt Pol|
|I hear they all had fun|
|The scene from my kitchen window on many sunny summer days|
|Absolutely no idea if Olivia is the brown haired one or the blond haired one.|
It resumed after the ceremony as a wonderful thank-you gathering for family and the neighbors who helped me bring this here child to adulthood with sanitys intact. Each friend in her own way has had a hand in making this kid feel safe and secure in this world. She calls them collectively the "aunties" and many live in our backyard. The phrase "it takes a village..." may be trite from overuse but it's not without absolute meaning. Because if you can raise a kid by yourself for 18 years, you deserve some sort of recognition or some sort of a job from the United Nations or the Pope or maybe Desmond Tutu.
|dinner at Bella Vita, new locally owned restaurant that shows some local love|
|Almost as good as a hug from JJ Hardy...but not quite|
|Advice taken with some skepticism|