Notes from the Travelodge

Here we are, enjoying the high life, hotel living.
Except the flies, the ring of fire to the west of us, the dairy to the south and the lack of frothy, alcoholic drinks.

We are now staying at the Travelodge in lovey trilogy, CA. All gifts should be addressed to the front desk.

Sarah is taking it remarkably well, she's a very resilient kid. Summer school started this week, we moved into the hotel the night before. She had a hard time sleeping, but now it looks like she's so tired that sleep tonight will be easy.

There's a huge fire to the west of us in the hills. Yesterday the light in town was this smoky golden color, quite beautiful if you didn't count the ash and smoke.

The contractor came to the house yesterday to finish an estimate for the ins. Company. He said he'd get a quote in by the afternoon. I called the company this morning and of course, he's gone till next week. I am so sick of people promising things they can't deliver. What is the point?

Speaking of that, I've got to get back to the house and either move my sewing stuff here or into the garage and get some stuff out. People are waiting on special orders and there are orders that are just pending samples. I refuse to be one of those people who promise and then don't deliver.

On a completely separate note, aren't these pictures cute?


Sarah took them. Yes they were taken by a 4 year old. Better than any of the other fifty pics I took at the wedding.
She's talented I say.