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Legos, Horses, and Video Games

I’m going to introduce the cast of characters around here below, but this is a good place to explain the name of the blog. I’ve been both a camper and a staff member quite a bit, some of my best memories come from camps. One of my favorite camp songs is listed below, and pretty awesomely sums up my feelings about life, the universe, and everything.

On the Loose

Have you ever seen the sunrise turn the sky completely red?
Have you slept beneath the moon and stars with a pine bough for your head?
Have you sat and talked with friends, though a word was never said?
Then you’re like me and you’ve been on the loose.

On the loose to climb a mountain,
On the loose where I am free.
On the loose to live my life,
The way I think my life should be.
For I’ve only got a moment,
And a whole world yet to see,
And I’ll be searching for tomorrow, on the loose.

There’s a trail that I’ll be hiking
Just to see where it might go.
Many places yet to visit,
Many people yet to know.
And in following my dreams,
I will live and I will grow,
On a trail that’s out there waiting, on the loose.


So in search of love and laughter,
I’ll be travelling through this land.
Never sure of where I’m going,
For I haven’t any plans.
But in time when you are ready,
Come and join me, take my hand.
And together we’ll find life,
Out on the loose!


This is my third attempt at semi-regular blogging, so naturally the house is peaceful and contemplative so I can reach that zen zone, tucked in my perfectly organized and quiet little nook of writing happiness. There’s a soft tinkle of the desktop waterfall, and the cat keeps my lap warm and also photogenic. A cozy cuppa tea sits on the desk, next to my artsy little journal that I use to record my every thought.

Are you still with me? Good, now to give you a window into the true scene: My six year old has finally made instant best friends with the third grade next door neighbor (we’ve been here a year & they’ve only recently discovered each other). This means the entire house is full, just from two little boys playing on the Wii U (I think it’s Super Mario Kart right now). You’d think this would be a relatively quiet activity, but clearly you’ve never seen two boys in the same room together. The giant white cat Wilson has long ago learned to ignore this, grooming himself so elegantly on his perch high above the fray.

The World’s Best Boyfriend has been driven from the house by all the noise, coupled with my autumn nesting tendencies (some people do spring cleaning, I do fall nesting) and getting ready to adopt a dog. So far, in fact, that I think according to South Korea time, he’s still at work. Or maybe he’s eating some delicious bebimbap his coworkers over there took him to, while I contemplate my culinary skills of frozen chicken cordon blu, instant mashed potatoes and corn from a can (all the food groups of course).

To block out the occasional yell and instinctive need to ban jumping off the couch (but really, who cares about that couch, it’s a lost cause) I contemplate the summer that was and the fall ahead. Usually our summers are chock full of camping, hiking, horses, sprint car races, Netflix, keeping a roof over our heads, the occasional air clearing fight, and lots of muttering over a novel in progress or changes to favorite video games.

This year had the addition of wildfire smoke, job worries, far more politics than usual, and Kade’s second broken arm (he’s a leftie, so of course it was his left arm…again).

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