Well, here goes one of those posts that does nothing more than guiltily chronicle headline events of this little life of mine to make up for blogging delinquency – six weeks of delinquency to be exact. All of this is to clear the air so that I can get back in the blogging saddle tomorrow.

Why the delinquency? Moving, miscarrying, merrymaking, remodeling, hosting, grieving, and visiting are to blame. But really, there is no excuse.

Here are some snapshots of the last many weeks to bring us into the present. At the end of this very important MLK birthday, on the eve of a MONUMENTAL inauguration day, the present is where I want to be.

Our first bonfire at the Briarpatch with beloveds, Violet, Amy, and Justin

Nola quickly figured out how to climb up and open the bunny cage so that she crawl inside. She loves the bunny hutch. The bunny, however, is not so keen on her intrusions.

Blase coping with an extreme santa crisis by suddenly becoming santa.

Laying floor, laying floor, laying floor. It never ends.

Assembling bunny cages as though I had all the time in the world for such diversions.

Little jammied elves making special presents for nanas, papus, manamas, poppys, aunties, and dadas.

Another nola trick..."What bunny crackers?! I don't know what you're talking about!"

smoothies are serious business around here

Oh ... and we accidentally got a new dog, Shorty. Here are Blase and Shorty, engaged in ancient inter-species bonding ritual.

Osh "helping" Blase apply more slurry to our hernia-heavy concrete countertops which are happily and finally gracing our kitchen.

Nearly one year later, here is what's left of the massive Sperm Whale that washed up on our Mattole Beach.