Auntie Erin just called and isn't coming home until Wednesday. Tough life, sitting by a pool in Florida. Auntie Laura is coming late Friday night.
 Redoubt, I forbid you to blow again.
At least, don't keep our aunties away.
Yes-the volcano.
That pesky thing has been spewing dust here, there and everywhere. Luckily, it's only hit Anchorage once with ash. Well wouldn't you know, I just went to the website to give you all a link, and it's erupting again.
Hmmm...here's the webcam.
Anyway, on Saturday afternoon we were sprinkled with volcanic ash. Selah and I collected some in a little jar for Auntie Erin. She has to buy it from me, or I'm selling it on Ebay.
Oh. Wait.
 Someone already beat me to it.



It's Monday, so I'm baking. I'm not exactly sure that I will always bake on Mondays, but it's been the case for the past few weeks. Regardless, I pulled the bin of bread flour from our deck and into the house. These nifty little circle of ash appeared in the snow melt.
[Yeah, it snowed a few inches last night. It's much prettier than the ashy slush.]



This is what 6 loaves of bread looks like before it finishes rising.
My forearms are a little pumped.



I've also been folding what I believe is eight loads of laundry in my spare time.
It's consistently eight loads because once I get some folded, the new load is clean.
Then I let it age and get really nice flavorful on the floor in front of the dryer.
Then eventually I fold it.

Oh, you can see that? That is my bedroom floor!
It's been so long since we've seen it,
 Eric didn't remember the sharpie incidents leaving red and black blotches.
They are very lovely and add character to our boring, quiet home.
I have a bedside table of sorts for the first time in years.



Ezra is slowly being nightweaned and kicked out of our bed. His toddler bed has been moved into our closet area, and he's learning to take naps there, and start off the night in his own bed.
Slowly.
I said slowly.
I need to shape the loaves. It's time.