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Lillian opening the door of our new home last weekend

Good morning!

It’s been awhile since I’ve checked in. Things have been crazy busy over here. Tomorrow I fly to Pennsylvania for a five week stay to….drumroll…close and move in to the new home we’ve been building since last summer!

We’re super excited. It’s truly our dream home and we will be moving in from the country and all that goes with it, to the exciting but smallish community of Lewisburg, PA. I fell in love at first sight with this town as we drove through it, stopping to get gas on our way to someplace else. It’s a charming, small town with sophistication, as it is also the home of Bucknell University.

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“Can’t we move here?”, I asked my husband, who knows the area far better than me. Initially he said it was too far away from his work, our Lillian, etc. Then, out of the blue one day, he had a change of heart, we started looking and voila, we found our Rafferty Manor.

Why do we call it that? Because our address is on Baker Street and we just, you know, it just happened. I haven’t seen it in months, but John has been sending lots of photos. Our walk-through is this Friday, on both my husband’s and father’s birthday. Imagine that. We close next Wednesday. Whew!

We picked everything out of course, from cabinets to carpet. Upgraded some things (I needed my antique white kitchen, you know). We buried crystals and coins in the gravel foundation before it was poured and wrote notes, poems, drawings all over the framework. We’ve been nurturing this home from its inception. It is really perfect for us.

I’m almost packed and working up until the last second, taking my Dad out for an early birthday dinner tonight, then fly out in the morning.

I’ve been in the process of restructuring my life for a few months and that starts in 3….2….1…

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I’ll be living about 2/3 of my life in PA and commuting to AZ to work and check on my family, etc. the rest of the time. I was able to work it all out. My brother has been stable for over two years now, actively singing with the Phoenix Metropolitan Men’s Chorus, working out with a trainer and other structured activities I’ve set up with him, so I will worry less about him. I’ll keep my townhouse right across from where they live so will be here for them every month.

Most people start their marriage with that, the marriage, being their focus then build around it. We are kind of doing it hodgepodge and it’s all working out great. I’ve often thought that, after 20 years of singledom, if I had to adjust to living with anyone 24/7 all at once, well, that would be incredibly stressful at this stage of life.

This way, we got to ease into to our marriage together at a relaxed pace (as strange as that may sound for a cross country situation) and it’s been lovely. We are ready to live together most of the time now (John will travel back with me most of my trips back here too). We’ve been able to pull this off, of course, both being self employed.

I’m chompin at the bit to get there, paint walls (I’ve spent hours researching gray paint colors over the last months), pick up our new furniture, decorate and be a wife and stepmommy for the next 5 weeks solid, then most of the rest of my life going forward!

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AND, Rafferty is where I will pick up writing again. Not likely immediately because there is so much to do, but it’s where I will finish the book. We are on the hunt for an old farm table which will be in front of large doors, facing a gorgeous view of the woods toward the back. I’ll find a comfortable chair,  sit my butt there and finish bringing my story to life.

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In the meantime, I have some things to share. I entered a contest in American Way Magazine (it’s the one in all the American Airline planes) and they published my letter to the editor! They get over 35000 entries a year and publish about 3-4 in each issue and mine was selected. A friend from Canada of all places, sent me a copy as I completely forgot about it being published in January. Here’s a picture of my little contribution:

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January was kind of hot month for me in publication, as I was interviewed for a story in Phoenix Magazine, about Cindy’s case. There is a kind of creepy illustration, that oddly looks more like me than Cindy, but nonetheless, people are still interested in our case after all these years. You can read it here. It’s called Podcast PI’s.

Oh, and I wrote a pretty long blog the other day over on the other location. It’s about racism and how it has impacted my life. You can read that here.

Hope you are all out there keeping warm and happy.

More soon!

Kathy

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I can hardly believe I’ve been here over a week and not written much at all on the blog. In addition to taking these two weeks to finish my book proposal, I also took on the daunting task of a 10 day sugar detox while here. I realized, yesterday I think, that the detox was consuming so much of my mental and physical energy, it was hard to focus on the book!

 

So I decided to cut it short by 3 days, finish it today (yeah!) and get back to some kind of normal eating tomorrow. Once I made that decision, my mental energy returned and I have been at the computer, literally for hours today, writing and cleaning up my prior writing.  Oh, I also made some shortbread cookies which I am calling Hypocrite cookies. I have lots of ingredients from the detox I want to use up–lemons, cranberries, tumeric, etc. My host here always has breakfast bread in the freezer for the bnb guests so yesterday I made her some cranberry lemon loaves and today lemon thyme shortbread with chia seeds. Yes, they only appear to be healthy with their golden tumeric glow and tiny chia polka dots. But yeah it’s all sugar and flour and deliciousness. Yeah, I cheated and tried the dough, and a cookie, so there’s that.

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(something has changed on wordpress and I can’t figure out how to resize the images so sorry these are so humungous–they are actually quite dainty in person, these hypocrites)

 

I haven’t left the house for several days. A huge storm was anticipated this weekend. “The biggest the Pacific Northwest has ever seen!” they said. I had not only myself up here in the big house to worry about but my tenants downstairs in the Studio! I prepped with lanterns and candles and chargers and batteries and we were met with a little bit of rain and a few gusts and that was it. Everyone was disappointed. Everyone but Home Depot I mean. I even made a meme about it. 😀

 

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I dove back into a few of my chapters today and will share a snippet. I don’t have the mental energy to go back to see if this has already been shared so if it’s a repeat, please forgive. Not the easiest chapter to write–about Cindy and my relationship.  Here goes:

People often mistook us for twins, although Cindy was always long and lean to my shorter and stockier physique. She was brunette to my blonde, and our faces were really not that similar. Yet our voices were nearly identical, and our mocked expressions were the giveaway.  We played a game at times of fooling people on the phone. Once, in a boring conversation with a friend we had in college, we passed the phone back and forth between us, it’s your turn now-style, and our friend never noticed.  

When sitting side by side, Cindy would often reach down, under the table or under a coat, and discreetly squeeze my hand or my leg, hard. Depending on the circumstance, I always knew what message she was conveying—we need to leave right now or can you believe she is saying that? or if I don’t squeeze your hand right now, I’m gonna lose it. I squeezed back and the squeeze conversation could traverse an entire awkward encounter or family dinner. We created our own little world and relished living in it. We had our own language, our own symbols, our own private jokes, and our own intimacy that no one, or almost no one, ever penetrated.
We differentiated ourselves in natural ways.  Cindy, being five foot nine, always wanted the taller guys. At the average height of five foot six, I didn’t really care, so I went for the shorter guys. She went for blondes, while I magnetized the dark and exotic types. We would walk in a bar, scan the room and I first looked for the tall guys, blonde was even better. I’d give her one of those eye-points toward him, then redirect my gaze at more eye-level options for me.

Cindy, being the oldest, was more the instigator of plans and ideas, and I willingly went along with almost everything. We became famous for our spontaneous road trips.  We would look at each other, and almost simultaneously say “Let’s go”. We’d jump in the car, sometimes late into the evening and head to another city to visit a friend in college, or in some cases explore more dramatic adventures, like that one time to Rocky Point, Mexico on an impulsive Spring break weekend. 
The trip where I had the one and only foreshadowing of what was to come years later.  It was the trip where Cindy went missing and scared the living shit out of me.

(note: this has not been edited yet!)

Hope you all out there are staying safe and warm and happy! I know I am.

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Whaaaat?

Holy Robin Leach! I’ve landed in the upper levels of Paradise now!

Let me see if I can get this video to launch here (see below).

I have been literally roaming from room to room exploring where I want to set up my laptop and stuff and have finally decided on not deciding and basically continuing to roam.

I thought the downstairs view was amazing (and it is!) but this is over the top!

Pinching myself I get to spend two weeks here…as a watch the ferry head out to Kingston which I think I will ride on tomorrow, just for fun. God I love this place so so SO MUCH!

I’m back!

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I know it’s been a bit of a long hiatus. Life has been busy — all in good ways. John and I are building a new home in PA, we’ve been on many adventures including bringing our darling, now 5 year old, Lillian to AZ for two weeks this summer, on and on. I continue to pinch myself over this miraculous life I’ve landed in.

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our new house in process

Speaking of pinching myself, I head back to Edmonds tomorrow but with a twist! My hosts for the studio I’ve stayed in all these times, have invited me to house-sit for them while they are traveling. So this time, I’ll be up in the Big House with the view you see above but two and three stories higher. I can hardly believe it!

I long so much for this view and the peaceful sunsets, ferry rides, and green humidity. This town is truly my happy place.

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I only have two weeks so have set a goal for myself to finish my book proposal which I’ve done basically nothing on since I left the last visit. I tend to be either on or off with this project which is exactly how I like it.

I’ll be posting daily again about how things are going and since I have a couple of good leads on agents right now, I hope to be in a new level with this project by the time I return.

Thanks, as always, for coming along for the ride!

xxoo, Kathy

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winding down

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twinkle lights are my Prozac

It’s interesting, being on an immersive experience like I have been, then crawling out of it. I’d made a decision to stop writing yesterday but woke up, as usual, with my head filled with ideas I had to get down.

The first thing I did though when I woke up, was fold the sofabed back into it’s nested position, returning it to a sofa vs the huge writing surface I used for three weeks. Last time I was at my desk and a reading chair. This time, the sofabed. I packed up all the large, black binders filled with the trial and placed them back in the laundry basket. My husband won’t be here to pack my car in the perfect way he did coming here so I’ll have to figure that out this afternoon.

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I went and filled up about 10 water bottles I’d been saving from the natural spring here, so we will have that to hydrate us the drive home. John comes tomorrow, will fly in late, take a taxi then ferry to Bainbridge Island where I’ll spend the day waiting for him. We’ll have one full day there, resting and lollygagging, before we hit the road trip again back to Phoenix.

I’m sad and happy. I could have used two months. But, I still got a whole lot done and feel accomplished and proud.

I took myself out for a celebratory French dinner last night, at the place I remember always as the best steak I ever had. It’s true french cooking. I watched the sunset from their closed-in porch and saw three trains pass by. I felt like my husband was with me, the train nut that he is.

I both dove inside and reached out, making great connections while I was here this time. I always leave this place thinking about the next time I can come back. This is my happy place.

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yes, The Bachelor 😉

Off to the Korean Spa this morning for a vigorous scrub. I think that’s just fitting.

Then back to pack, and clean my special slice of Heaven.

Thanks for being along for the ride and a special thank you to those who reached out with blurbs. Aside from getting your useful words, it’s nice to know who’s out there reading me! That’s the whole point, ya know, to not feel alone.

Cheers for now.

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