Our Volvo gives us epic electrical problems. The auto shop that replaced the alternator which then didn't work burns to the ground in a fiery explosion. I am not responsible. Truly.

Aidan turns six. He is gorgeous.

We rent a dingo and fence posts go up around our garden.

I read Aidan The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, a beloved book from my childhood.

We start a cooperative history class using The Story of the World. I can't believe how much of this stuff I don't know.

I do a lot of scheming about making a radio show but nothing comes of it.

I read these articles (1-2-3) about climate change and they occupy a lot of space in my thoughts.

I start coding a new site for WBCR using a sexy content management system. It's slow.

I tell someone I know with a web development firm that I would love a job. He tells me they might be hiring in two weeks.

We gut half of the first floor of our house. Architect friends have made plans for us to renovate the first floor and build a small addition.

Christmas is very nice - it's the first year in his whole life that Aidan isn't sick on Christmas.

The person with the web development firm e-mails me to come in for an interview. It's been about two months.

I take Aidan to see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I am disappointed at the changes to the story and the Hollywood embellishments. The Aslan of my childhood imagination didn't have a British accent.

I interview. They want a full time employee who can sometimes work 60 hour weeks. I feel like I am going to vomit for the rest of the day.

Steve, who was supposed to get laid off around Christmas is getting laid off around Feb 1st.

A crack clear across the windshield of our jeep (with 250,000 miles on it and a bad axle) sends us car shopping. I am wanting a diesel that we can convert to a greasecar ever since those climate change articles.

We purchase a red 2001 volkswagen beetle, manual diesel on ebay. It is conveniently located in Virginia. We rent a car, drive to Virginia, largely through rain and fog, buy the beetle, return the rental, and drive home in a snowstorm. It takes 31 hours. We survive.

I still don't know about the job, but now we have a car payment.

I miss blogging - so here I am.