Since getting more and more involved with Facebook, I have let this blog go. But I miss it terribly. I really do. My daughter, Camille, has started a very active blog and now I have the bug again!
Sometimes I sit and wonder what is exciting about my life since I left Chicago. That city was so colorful and thrilling, and my life so vibrant there that my bloggy brain got spoiled. Each day presented something thought provoking or fun to share. But I can do it here again too. I will slowly find my creativity in writing again. There's a thing I call "Blog Brain" and with it you are continuously forming posts in your head throughout the day. My kids even began suggesting to me, "Hey Mom! That's blog-worthy!" So I know I can get my mojo goin' again. I know I can. I love to write.
Another struggle I've been having is finding exactly where my photos land when I send them to my computer from my phone. Windows 10? You can have it! Why did I ever switch???
Anyway. My son and his family have been living with me since April. Long story short, they found mold in their rental and moved out quickly. What was supposed to be 2 weeks has now been months. Sadly, there is a 1% vacancy rate in Sonoma. Many of the people who own rentals are now changing them into Air B&B's. Money makers. The young families, our children, are finding the need to relocate out of the area. There is actually a mass exodus planned. It's so sad, and so wrong IMHO. This area is becoming a resort town to the max. The small town-ness is all falling away. It's pretty glitz and glamour desguised as "small town living". Families who have been here for generations are watching their children and grandchildren move away to be raised in more affordable places. Even me, I am thinking of moving away to a more financially resilient living place. And just because I'm tired of the struggle. There is no reason it has taken a young family 7 months to find a rental. And that is a 2 bedroom triplex for $1800.00 a month.
All that said, my rant, I can now get to where I was going when I started saying my son and his family were living with me. With them lives a beautiful little baby girl named Mare Albalee. Mare Albalee Birdsong to be exact. And I have had the pleasure of watching her grow. From smiling, to crawling, to jabbering, to standing. She is a willfull little delight of a child. She lights up a room.
She looks a lot like her daddy:
I've been doing a little knitting too. I just finished this sweater for Emil. It still needs buttons though Why am I so opposed to finishing? I wonder if it is related to the fact that I also hate goodbyes. I stay much longer than I ever planned places, just because I find goodbyes so painful. So if I'm at your house and I'm lingering, just tell me I can slip out the backdoor and we're all good. Ha!
Little Emil is 3 years old now!
And so what does my blog banner say? Talking about things like knitting, grandkids, and empty nesting? I kind of touched base here. Thanks for reading and please keep checking in because, I swear...