Train Ride

Lisa moved into her own apartment in September. 

The girls and I helped her move Friday afternoon, and then I dropped them off at David's work.

He took an earlier train home with them. It took them so long to walk, the people that ride his normal train passed him when they got close to the house. 

It's hard to know if whether they liked the ride or the Cheetos from the vending machine more. 

No More Trees

One of our favorite things about our townhouse was the grove of trees behind us. The trees provided privacy and shade and were beautiful to look at from the kitchen window. 

Then one day the bull dozers showed up and started tearing the trees down for a new housing development. 

It was so heartbreaking and terribly sad. 

We listened to the crashing and crunching and snapping as the trees came down one by one and hoped that maybe they would leave a few up behind us. 

They didn't. Not a one. 

I nearly cried when I saw everything demolished.