My Turkeys, My Hill, My Oaxaca

Settling In. Still. I was telling Ralph how literally exhausted I am. Between the stress of getting the basement renovated, looking after last minutes things, putting our own things away in the event we rented the house, forwarding mail, working, and actually driving to Mexico via Austin, I underestimated how truly exhausted I am. The last few days have been about small excursions and trying to get to bed early, as between stress dreams and Ralph sitting bolt upright in bed and hollering at me when I made a noise opening the bathroom door at 2:00 a.m., we've not had long days and nights. But we have turkeys. Next door the neighbor keeps turkeys in his backyard. Their gobbling makes us laugh and then try to imitate them. When we headed out to the Zocalo (downtown square) after work today, they were by the side of the road as we headed down our hill to the main road. And yes, this is a picture of our hill that we climb up and down when not in the car to get to our house. Let me just say how toned my butt will be after 6 month of hauling it up this hill. Walking around the zocalo this evening, oogling the shoe stores (such great selection and great deals - we may need a U-Haul after 6 months), I feel a bit more settled, a bit more excited, a bit more into the groove of My Oaxaca.