Brian continues to NOT enjoy the part of his job that he cannot control--namely how well business goes from month to month, so after visiting w/ Layne at Grandpa's funeral over his higher volume of business in a rural area, --we started exploring rural options for attorneys. Apparently, small towns across America are struggling in many professional fields to keep positions filled, and South Dakota even passed a law to subsidize attorneys that would come and work in some of their rural areas. Sounds crazy, but when there only attorney for hundreds of miles retires/dies, people canNOT do things like write a will, make a contract, get a divorce, etc., etc. So, in an effort to feel out this possibility, I first searched through my cousin addresses to see if any of them were very rural, and then resorted to getting touch w/ my favorite recipe blog girl (aka--total stranger!), who turned out to be fantastically generous w/ her time and friendship (at least once she found our blog, and could verify I wasn't a crazy stalker :) ). We've looked at housing prices, listened to more Lake Wobegone and watched Little House (due to the Minnesota locale), and even called the local legal offices. It is hard to say whether anything will really come of it or not, but this is what HAS happened:
1-When things get tight at work, there is at least hope, that if not this, something else could work out.
2-At the prospect of leaving, the virtues of Brian's current job shine more brightly
3-I feel good about being unattached enough to our house (that I thought would be our last) to be open to change, for real
4-I'm amazed at the children's adventurous spirits in thinking it all sounds great--well, 5 out of 6, (and Brent's appreciation of where we are, that makes him NOT want to leave, EVER)
5-At the prospect of leaving, I am anxious to imbibe as much fry sauce, root beer, and other Utah delicacies that I can WHILE I can, AND to soak up every sweet advantage of living here for as long as we do, from cool summer mornings and evenings, to hiking every trail within 2 hours of us, SO
as soon as Saturday Jobs were done a couple of weeks ago, Brian worked on campaigning, and I took the kids over to the VERY nearby Bird Refuge before it got too hot to enjoy it at all in daylight. I thought the fresh air would be good, and it was for a while, but by the end, Lucy had urinated on the boardwalk (just a few yards too far away from the bathrooms to make it), and I knelt down--right after, and vomited into the marsh. Still, it was nice to be out, and I love being with family away from all other distractions. :)






















































