Another Saturday at B&N

Here I am again between yoga and NIA classes, waiting for Doug to have some coffee with me. It is fall, but warm.
On Monday we visited the ruins of the home in Wallstreet, and It really was a relief to be able to burst into tears looking at all those ashes and charred remains and seeing Richard's hopefulness. He will have lots of help in that rebuilding no doubt, and he does look ahead to that. But he was also hoping to sift through the ruins to find anything left of his mother's things or our time in Guatemala.
Here is a picture I took--worth a thousand words, as they say:


What do you see among those ashes, Laughing Buddha?

 Also spent time with old friend, Annie in Salina. Would love to be back in Fourmile. I wonder how that can happen? See the Cedar house?  I'd do it for that.

Andrew now living with us--going on a month now--he is easy and high maintenance at the same time, if that makes sense--it's because I want to make sure he has what he needs, support him in his search for a job, keep his spirits up, give him privacy, share the bathroom with Doug, and sqeeze into our 1000 square feet. I would never NOT do this!