Home

Home. What a perfect word. Home, for the adult, is what you make it. For me, there are two senses of home. The foremost is my home with Joseph. I can be home anywhere as long as I'm with him. This was evident to us last week on vacation. Even sitting on a park bench in Santa Fe's Plaza, I feel home having him next to me. My second sense of home is this house where we live everyday. There's comfort in the familiar, and it's good to be back here after traveling 1100 miles last week on our trip. It's especially good to have my Joe back here with me, feels complete now.
I'm one of the lucky ones who gets to work from home, and I love being able to see the way that the light changes in the house at different times of the day. It's peaceful to me. We have this large set of windows in the living room, and it fills the main living area with light. So far, I think my favorite hour is just after breakfast when the morning sun comes streaming through those windows, and the house smells like bacon and coffee mixed together. (I love that smell!) That feeling makes me want to snuggle up on the couch and read... but wait, I work from home, so that's actually the time when I have to go into the office and start working. That's ok... there's always coffee breaks.
This week we've been working to get everything put away from our trip, get the house cleaned, and get all our little projects done before classes start next Monday. I'll try to get some pics of vacation uploaded as soon as I can. We had a great time together, and saw some amazing sights.

Hey Whirlpool!

Up Yours! Sheesh. Just a short 4 weeks after I called Whirlpool to have them come fix our washer, it's now fixed. And we were still under warranty. Truthfully, I guess I can't fault Whirlpool entirely since they outsource their service to local service businesses. First they said it was the pump, but of course they didn't have a new pump in stock so they'd have to order it from Denver. That finally arrived a week later, and he installed it, told me it was fixed and left. The next day I tried to do laundry... surprise, it's still not working, and in fact doing the same thing that I complained to them about originally. One would wonder how he determined it was fixed, if he never turned it on to test it. So, I had to call back and tell them it was still broken, and wait for them to come back the next day. They came back, and finally determined that it wasn't really the pump (oh, really?!), but actually the emergency overflow switch. And of course (you guessed it) they didn't have that in stock either, so they'd have to order that from Dallas, but it should be in within 3 days. Well, 3 days came and went, and no word from the repairman. After several phone calls to the repairman, they finally called us back to say that the part still hadn't come in yet, and they'd be sure to let us know when it finally arrived. Grrr. Well, today is the day that it all finally came together. The part came in, the repairman came, installed it, and ran it through his quick "test". He told me it was fixed, and so I immediately started a load of wash, while he quickly snuck out the front door. Seriously... he left before I'd even been able to push the start button. He's just lucky it really is fixed, because he would have had one upset lady chasin' him down in black BMW with tinted windows. This repair place is also a local appliance store. Guess where we're NOT buying our next appliance from? Oh well, I guess that's one more life lesson under our belts. At least now we'll have clean jeans to put on with our belts.