From sunup to sundown, we spent unpacking boxes.
We unpacked almost the whole kitchen and bathrooms.
I am so grateful for helpful daughters,
who, like me, will only stop once a job is finished.
Working together is really fun.
Being here is a little surreal. It hasn't quite hit me yet.
Often my thoughts go to Provo and to Fox Hill.
I see my kitchen, bathroom, bed, floors, and swings.
But I trust that our purpose here will be shown to us,
plus watching Mr. Nielson tonight set up three huge
storage shelves for our family tonight was pretty hot stuff.
Also, he made dinner with about five different vegetables
from Boss Russ's garden. Amazing and delicious.
I get asked on several occasions about our
living conditions here at the ranch, so here is the scoop:
Mr. Nielson's third great-grandparents, including their eight-year-old son,
who homesteaded the ranch in New Mexico, immigrated from Denmark.
It's been in the family ever since.
We are currently living at the ranch headquarters
1970s version of a New Mexico Territorial Style ranch house-
that is, until we build our new home. Fingers crossed!
