limbo

We were planning to be back in our house by now, but apparently the home improvement gods have other plans for us. Our tenants left the house a mess--the floors are scratched, their kids drew all over the walls, and there's an ominous stain on the ceiling under the bathtub.

So it looks like we won't be moving in for a while yet.


In the meantime, though, we've gotten to visit with some dear friends,


and see my brother in concert.
(R. wasn't too happy right in front of the speakers, but Ju couldn't get enough.)

I'm starting to feel itchy to move into our house and get our life started here, but after a year in Brazil, you get pretty good at shrugging off unexpected inconveniences. Come to expect them, in fact.

And even, on occasion, appreciate the upside; in this case, we get a freshly painted, sanded, and leak-free house out of it.

Plus, it's going to be a hundred degrees every day for the next week, and it's kind of nice to be in air conditioning.



When we're not setting fires in the driveway.