I've never lived in California before, so everything I encounter here is new to me and therefore fascinating. Since I've been here I have been creating my own fond little memories of places and things.

Then one day when Broos was driving us home from someplace, he pointed out my window (so I bit him) and said, "That's where Suz went to elementary school."

Every so often, he would point out something else (taking care not to point out my window any too directly again) and tell me something about whatever it is, relative to my Cosmic Twin. So as time is going by, I'm not only making my own memories of this place but I am adding in other memories that are not directly my own.

Last night after I came home from the weekly game night, I sat down with a box of treasures that Broos gave me. It's a box of Suz's crafting supplies, filled with embroidery hoops and thread, skeins of yarn, needles and cross-stitch fabric and patterns. With Mittens' help, I sorted out threads and put them away in the neat little plastic zip bags on rings that Suz had organized by color number -- how Monk is that! :)

When I finished sorting threads, I looked at the fabric scraps and patterns, putting those into order as well. At the bottom of the box I found a piece that Suz had almost finished, except for the border. It's a neat set of salt box houses and over them is a single word: "Welcome." I feel very welcome, indeed.

I've never lived in California before, so everything I encounter here is new to me and therefore fascinating. Since I've been here I have been creating my own fond little memories of places and things.

Then one day when Broos was driving us home from someplace, he pointed out my window (so I bit him) and said, "That's where Suz went to elementary school."

Every so often, he would point out something else (taking care not to point out my window any too directly again) and tell me something about whatever it is, relative to my Cosmic Twin. So as time is going by, I'm not only making my own memories of this place but I am adding in other memories that are not directly my own.

Last night after I came home from the weekly game night, I sat down with a box of treasures that Broos gave me. It's a box of Suz's crafting supplies, filled with embroidery hoops and thread, skeins of yarn, needles and cross-stitch fabric and patterns. With Mittens' help, I sorted out threads and put them away in the neat little plastic zip bags on rings that Suz had organized by color number -- how Monk is that! :)

When I finished sorting threads, I looked at the fabric scraps and patterns, putting those into order as well. At the bottom of the box I found a piece that Suz had almost finished, except for the border. It's a neat set of salt box houses and over them is a single word: "Welcome." I feel very welcome, indeed.