Morning

My morning started out slow. Patrick went to work early and I took my time. So did Gus, obviously.

As I was getting ready for work, something caught my eye outside. I looked out the window and saw a moose. No matter how many moose I see here, I always get excited.

Unfortunately, my camera was at work, so I had to rely on my phone for pics. Just as I was leaving, a baby joined the mama.

After stalking them for long enough, Gus and I loaded up and headed to work. I snapped a pic of the view of the bay driving to work at 10am.

Home

I love our cabin. Regardless of the season, it is magical. We live on top of a hill, about 10 minutes outside of town. We can't see any houses from our house and we can ski or snowshoe

from our backyard. It is super cozy in the winter and the view is beautiful. In the summer, the wildflowers are gorgeous and we love having bonfires in the backyard. I won't mention any other season, because we really only have two. Our house has three levels; the top two belong to us and the bottom level is rented out by our neighbors. They have a two year old Golden Retriever, Berkley, who is Gus's best friend.

Below are photos of my first two houses that I lived in in Homer. The first was a tiny red cabin in town, with a great yard. I found it online from Oklahoma and remember finding it strange that the advertisement specified, "has running water." When I moved here I realized that many people live without running water (by choice) and some without electricity. While I have never done this, I have plenty of friends who do, and I have learned to be totally comfortable visiting their outhouses. My next house was also in town. It was constantly under construction, but super cool on the inside, with a patio on the roof. Two of my best friends lived in the two houses next door. This is where I was living when Patrick visited me while he was living in Hong Kong. I loved both places, but our house now is definitely my favorite. Lots more space, inside and out.

Carpentry

Patrick is a student again. He is taking a woodworking class at the college (yes, we have a college). In typical

Patrick form, he has proven to be ambitious in his design plans for the semester.

A couple of his projects were rejected by his teacher; either due to the loftiness of the design, which could not be completed in a semester, or the size of the design, which would not fit through the doors of our home. Don't worry, though. There are plenty of projects that he will be pursuing. That is, after he makes all of his own tools. Like this saw that can be disassembled for easy carrying as you hike into the wilderness to harvest your own lumber.