Boy is it Quiet!!


We were so used to noise living in Gallup with planes and small jets overhead, trains passing by not too far from the house and people with their boom box speakers loudly serenading us.

In our new house, we can hear the crickets walk over the porch and it is going to take some getting used to. Now really, it is easy. Although we haven't found work, our day seems full with unpacking boxes, and fixing things up and trying to find places to put stuff. It will all work out though.

We still need furniture and recently purchased one of those stackable washer and dryer but after a week, it's screaming at us. Now we have to take it back and hopefully they'll find the problem. It was difficult to take out of the back of the truck but when we take it back tomorrow, we'll have it on the trailer. Poor Terry. He was going all over the place trying to get it registered.

One thing for sure, we both have our new licenses to drive and vehicles registered and took care of our voter's registration at the same time.

The boys all live in Phoenix and will probably being visiting us more often now that we are closer. One of my sons wants to come up and do some hiking with his wife and kids. Sounds fun and looking forward to the fun.



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