A week of weeks

One cockroach is innocent enough, i suppose.  but two, three, four,......50 and don't forget the thousands that lurk in the shadow of just that single one you see skittering past your feet.  They invade, they are Satans legions.  And this week, we, well.....really, just zander waged war.  After a lot of foot stoppin, sprayin, trap settin, and prayin, zander claims PTSD.  I laugh this off of course, but the man is traumatized.  He thinks about them all day, he dreams about them by night.   Its time to move.


I didn't want to move initially, but this event in our lives is making it that much more sweeter.  Its getting hot here in the desert, neighbors are falling off the grid, our vegetable garden is withering, its the little things that God is using to help push me out the door. 

Zander. He was showering and meanwhile SHE was stalking him. He is standing on our bathroom sink   in the picture.  Below the crop is the obvious and a plunger. Above the crop is cockroach insides splattering the wall. Aye aye aye.  He is dejected, tired of all the killing, but he must continue until none remain. 

Ender.  He is such a voracious reader.  We are clearing our book shelves, prepping for the big haul.    We are not moving because of the vermin.... oh no, this move has been in the making.