It’s been awhile between posts here at Good Life Jones, thanks to the week we spent waiting for Internet access and the break we took for the holidays. The Christmas tree below the exposed insulation gives a pretty good snapshot
While cleaning the room in preparation for our move, I found a bundle of letters hidden behind the couch. After some lengthy examination, I determined that they had been written by the cat. They might be some type of a
I don’t think it’s a secret to anyone that I love the holidays. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it’s all about food. As someone who loves to cook and loves to eat, there’s nothing about this holiday to dislike.
It’s Thanksgiving, and we are taking a break from the worry and hurry of everyday life to come together with family and enjoy Thanksgiving dinner. We have so much to be thankful for this year, as we have written before.
With the cabbage nearing completion, Drew and I decided to start making ourselves at home by eating some of our meals up there. As much as we enjoy sharing meals with Mom and Steve, sometimes it’s nice to sit down
So, something strange happened at the cabbage. We were cleaning up the other day, and I found a lift ticket to our local skiing area. This in itself is strange, because none of us ski. But the strangest thing is
Prior to starting on the cabbage, my most ambitious DIY projects have all been in the realm of sewing. I’m not a great sewer, but I do enjoy it, for much the same reasons I’ve enjoyed construction. There’s something incredibly
I recognized the sound the second I heard it. It was the same sound I’d woken to every morning when I lived in the dorms at Western Washington University. I’d lived in Fairhaven dorms, stack 6, and there was a
We had a brief, unscheduled hiatus last week, mostly due to work, a houseguest (hi Luisa!), and me forgetting that we had changed the posting schedule. So, updates via dots! Lots going on in the cabbage, as most of the
When I was a kid, my parents insisted that I watch PBS, partly for my educational benefit, and partly to support my Uncle Richard, who worked at our local PBS station. I dutifully did, whenever I could sit still long