Yes, your girl is back in Austin again, but she doesn't have have her land legs yet. In other words, a good half of her belongings are still en route from storage, which means none of her furniture, her books, or her art supplies are available. On the other hand, she's been able to rig up a cozy little room as her boudoir and snag a bigger room beside it to use as her workplace. Her paintings are on their way too, some for her workroom, some to be spread around the house, according to your girl's whim and whatever son L and his wife can put up with.
So far, the neighbors have been very nice. In fact, Granddaughter B has landed into a pot of gold when it comes to playmates in her general age range--all female--who move like a swarm of bees from house to house, trying out each other's toys. Of course, B girl, having been the apple of her Cedar Creek grandparents eye, has plenty to of brightly-colored plastic to add to the horde.
Sonia dog is back in Mommy's loving arms again, but she's somewhat bewildered by her surroundings--highway drone in the distance, a constant choir of high-pitched children's voices, no woods to ramble through, new rules of behavior to learn.
Fio is adjusting to new rules of behavior too. Living in a neighborhood is a lot more demanding than living on acreage.
Your girl admitted to a neighbor that she's an artist and her realtor had already told everyone she writes books, but nobody yet knows that she also writes a daily blog in which they may be referred to every now and then. (Shhhhh--mum's the word, but fodder is fodder.)
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