Put a compass point on my house and trace a circle with a radius of 5 miles and I do not like to go outside that line.  Therefore Virginia is like a foreign country to me.  Land of Republicans, guns, drive through liquor stores and cheaper gas – I let stereotyping take me far.  Despite it’s more conservative reputation, VA actually provides much more in disability services than MD.   My VA Rett friends have gotten home/car modifications and childcare in the form of nurses showing up at their doorstep (although I know funding is drying up and so these things are harder to get).  So I know I can be wrong about VA.  What gives, MD?  Plus, my most, most liberal friend does live in the heart of VA.  So maybe I’m totally wrong.

In the past week, I’ve been to Virginia four times.   Traversing the Beltway during rush hour is not something that I’m used to.  I’m not even really used to driving a car.  It’s been a little bit out of my comfort zone.

The last time I went to VA was yesterday.  My pal, Vickey, bought her dream house and I went to get the full tour.  I mostly admired the curtains her mom made for her.  I think I might need to hire her mom to make some curtains for me.  Vickey has a toddler and the curtains in his room have blackout fabric sewn into the backing of the curtain.  It occurred to me that I could do that for Edda so she won’t wake up so early in the summer.  Of course, I could have thought of it 10 years ago when I had Edda.  Or even 12 years ago when I had Vince.  I’m a little behind on my to-do list.

Above:  Charlotte, the dog, getting a post-muddy-walk bath in the brand new sink in the brand new kitchen in the brand new house.
Below: Goat eating the vegetation on a patch of forest in Vickey’s community – they are using goats instead of herbicide.

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