That first house. When we had nothing. And had to walk to work. When the cat followed us in the dark. It was the eighties so we tried. Thinking we could be part of it all. Before we realized we weren’t or never would be included. Before we realized how lucky we were. It used to frustrate me. You said we would remember those times as tough but wonderful. We trapped 27 mice in there before we got a cat. It was all a learning process. We burned 10 cords of fir the year Kelsie was born. We saw ghosts and sent smoke signals. We loved each other hard.