Dreaming

"Hey, Dutch," Cook said last week, when both kids were being ominously quiet in the corner, "what's Skipper doing?"

"Oh," Dutch said, "she's realizing the American dream."

She was. Actually, she was reading about it in our brand new book. We've signed up with a local non-profit that provides home-buying support for poor first-time home-buyers, and I attended an all-day class a few weeks ago. I brought home a giant tome that is actually called "Realizing the American Dream," a title that must have seemed perfect when it was first written, but now seems kind of ironic and cynical.

We are extremely fortunate to have relatives who have been much more successful than we have, and have recently come into Piles of Unearned Money. In spite of the fact that we have not very much income (and if I do stop working at the end of December, which seems increasingly certain, we'll have less), we are able to at least consider buying a house. In fact, we're going to go see a few this weekend.

I have many, complicated, fascinating thoughts and feelings about this process. I'm sure I will tell you all about them ad nauseam.

In the meantime, welcome to Baby P!