Go to the end of the line.

You might think we are living in the middle of nowhere. You might be right. We have been making daily LONG walks to our mailbox and have noticed that some days we have mail and some days we don't. Well... we found out that our mail comes only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I thought the mail came everyday, everywhere no matter the weather-- rain, sleet, snow.

You might think garbage service is a given. Not so much. We just had our Mountain Disposal dumpster delivered, and I am very excited about it. Yes, you read that right. I am VERY excited about a dumpster. Moving creates an enormous amount of trash. Add onto that all of the paper products and plastic water containers we have been blowing through since we have no actual water yet and you get a huge amount of waste. They come and empty our dumpster once a month. We got the garbage man to take our trash from the garage with him so we could have a fighting chance of not filling it before the 30 days is up. Now we must bear-proof it-- tomorrow. Today, the water man cometh. But that is a story for tomorrow. Hopefully a good story.

You might also think that when someone asks where you live, you answer with a neighborhood name or a street address. We have had multiple workers and contractors out to the house over the past week to help with our many issues, and I will tell you that I have found myself giving the strangest answer to that question. "You go south on 181 until the dirt road turns into gravel, and we are the only house you come to on the right. Our roofs are blue. You can't miss it." Or we could say, "Go to the end of the power lines on 181. They end at our house.".

Psalm 36:5-6 "Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. O Lord, you preserve both man and beast."