I haven't posted on here for quite some time. I know this is not a reason to awaken Walter Cronkite from his forever resting place, my contributions to this blog could be generously described as sparse.
That is not how I intended it to be as I created and recreated and re-recreated it over the years. Each blog iteration enjoying a burst of activity and then a slide to obscurity in my daily mental cycle.
I must say that this time has been the strangest as there are tails that I really truly believe I had written and posted that are conspicuous by their absence in the list of stories.
We've been living here at the Windsock Ranch for very nearly a year. We intend to celebrate the anniversary on January 2nd 2022 as the day we got the keys and dropped our first load of belongings in the house. That's four days from now.
There are lots of stories that happened in the past year. Underground water pipes bursting, our 22 acres of desert greening in the first rain after a 3 year drought, my eldest son came to live with us on the ranch permanently, new flooring in several rooms of the house, electrical repairs, door repairs, and roofing adventures not unexpected in a 30 plus year old adobe house in the Sonoran desert.
Many of these were documented and supposed to end up in videos on our ranch YouTube channel. That too did not happen.
The biggest story has yet to be documented in words or videos just came to a conclusion last week. Its a story that will get its own entry here. The next entry. It through our entire household into disarray.
But today is a marker of its own. Today is the one year anniversary of the start of our move into the house and the naming of the "Windsock Ranch Arizona."
And we're awfully glad we're here.
