Today is the 7th anniversary of our moving into this house. Hard to believe. It's gone by quick.

We haven't made any interior changes like getting rid of the wallpaper we hated when me moved in. We're just not motivated in that way. I wish we were.

The only work we've done is replace some windows with storm windows and that air conditioner was a biggie. We also have someone prune our trees.

When I was younger, before the house, I always thought that I would be happier if I had a better living space. Bigger or more private or mine or whatever. And a part of me always thought that was a geographical fantasy -- that if you're not happy where you're at, you're not going to be happy anywhere.

But I love our funky house. I love our neighborhood. And I love living with Bob.