One step at a Time...

This is the beginning, the first, numero uno, my starting place and just where do I begin? 

If it wasn't for my very good friend, Julie, I wouldn't be creating this blog.  It's all her fault!  If that wasn't enough, she left the warmth and sunshine of Southern Arizona and packed up all her quilting fabric, her tie dye totes, her crates of crafting, her crazy canines, her huggable husband and two out of three cuddly children (she left one here, thank goodness) to move to a frozen, mostly gray skied, skimpy on the daylight hours new home in Alaska of all places!   I just hate her!  I just envy her!  I just really, really miss her!  And I hope to visit her in Alaska before she decides to move somewhere else. I've heard a lot about Alaska.  My husband spent several years there when just a boy.  I love anyplace that has big pine trees and mountains.  Also gurgling streams, ice blue lakes, tall willowy aspens, gigantic red maples, you get the picture.  So, why am I living in Arizona?   After living most of my life in the Chicago burbs and Northern Utah, the novelty of snow, lots of snow and cold and ice and scraping windshields and shoveling walks only to have the city snow plow push it back with interest, finally wore thin.  It was time for Ken, my husband, and I to head for the sunshine and warmth (okay, hot, very hot, over 110 degree HOT, but it's a DRY heat) of Tucson.  It's been three years and we're loving it!  Of course we also have air conditioning for the summer when it gets really really HOT.   But sometimes I think about it and I wouldn't mind visiting the snow and ice for a little while...