
to top that off we have a major mouse problem. a couple of weeks ago one ran across N's foot in the night as he went to pee and nearly gave him a heart attack. we'd just begun to hear them building something (an empire?) in between the roof and the ceiling. the terminators, as we call them, came monday and blocked off all entries to the house/roof. seemed pretty good. we all hoped the mice were out hunting and not sleeping in the ceiling. we were wrong. they ran rampant on monday night and johnny and i were up 4 times taking care of business (killing rodents with flip flops and disposing of ones caught in traps- gross). on tuesday night a mouse landed on N's face as he was lying in bed. we figured out they crawl across the vigas (wooden beams on ceiling). he jumped out of bed only to severly dislocate the rib that was just healing. basically, jd and i shut hils and n up in the guest rooms with towels jammed into doors while JD and i sleep/not sleep on the couch and master intermittently getting up to kick rodent. it is tiring and disgusting, but i do feel God's help which comes in the form of a peace definitely outside myself. thanks for all who have been praying for us. God is good.

"For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared to the glory that is to be revealed to us." Romans 8:18






meag and i also enjoyed taking photos of each other around santa fe. here i am behind a lifesize apple jolly rancher. some call it art but i say yummmmm.
we had a blast taking photos at pecos national monument just 20 minutes from our casa. it was the largest indian pueblo in all of new mexico at one time. it's one of my favorite places in all of new mexico. it's on a little hill in between the pecos river and glorieta creek with vistas of varicolored hills on one side and a looming canyon on the other. they set up their multistoried pueblo right in the middle. these people knew real estate. it was also a huge trading center. willa cather describes it well in her novel death comes for the archbishop which i am now reading and thoroughly enjoying. when n saw these photos he said i looked like a native american. sounds great. maybe i am entrenched in my roots here. after all, those traders who camped on the field were spanish and my people live just over the mountain and still do. who knows how it all got mixed up, but i still get called gringo.
look! it's another mysterious ethnic woman!








chip's dad is slick. i think he owns part of the mountain or something. if you look this cool you deserve a mountain.


i took n out on our first walk outside of the hood since he broke his back. we went to glorieta which is a few miles down the highway. he didn't really like it cuz there was lots of horse poop and his shoulder hurt. it's definitely being together that counts. now his foot is messed up and we are limited to the driveway again so we would love continued prayer for that. thanks!
