Our day outing yielded valuable reconnaissance, but no furniture.
A Birding Trail, but not when a certain Foxhound is with us.
Continue reading “Trekking Tennessee: Seven Islands State Park”
Our first fair, and I suspect it won’t be our last. A big house needs furniture.
A break from the boxes, at least.
Continue reading “Trekking Tennessee: The Gatlinburg “Trail””
The first installment.
Obviously with 441 boxes (still have not located #280, though) filling the house, roaming about Knoxville or Tennessee is well, not a priority. Eau du Cardboard is not a pleasant home scent.
441, in fact. Though, #280 is still MIA.
“The process of coming home after living abroad is simple and stress free.”
Said no one, ever.
For the next four days Anna Grace and I connected whenever we could, the first occasion being a Saturday morning in Howth. On our first visit to Howth a couple of years prior we were able to hike around the cliffs and make our way back into the village; on this visit all we had time for was a short walk out to the lighthouse and a stroll about their market. Still, the gusty sea air filled our spirits with happiness.
Continue reading “Ireland! Part II. Exploring the Emerald Isle and Bidding our Fresher Slán”