IN WHICH BEAR EXPLAINS THE WAY THINGS ARE

Well, yes. Finally, I get to explain what has happened.

We finished our adventuring and arrived in a different location. Which is to say we changed our den. We are not living in a human filing cabinet. Unfortunately, a post decided to send itself out before it was ready, and some souls thought I was teasing them. I wasn't. It was an error. Please excuse me. 

Communications, first delayed by a computer problem, then a network problem, were delayed yet again by a power outage overnight. (These outages tend to happen with the first blizzard of the year, which arrived last night.) Your indefatigable Bear persevered through it all, even shovelling his sidewalk (with the aid of our son, and the grandkids — aka "the cubs").

So, what does this den look like? The answer: a house built in 1928, which has not been modernized (too much) by successive owners. 

The living room.

Notice the main floor solarium in the background

And what "proper" living room would be complete without  a wood fireplace?

You can see more of the solarium to the right,
and the dining room to the left

Speaking of the dining room . . .

You can see right through to the back door

 And here's the living room looking from the solarium entrance, including the stairs to the upper floor (where the bedrooms and study are located).

Now you may be wondering why there are no pictures taken of the outside of our new abode. Answer: I didn't want to freeze the camera. And pictures of the upper floor, and the rest of the main floor? Patience, gentle readers.

So, this is where our adventure ended. We are less than two blocks from where the cubs live, and they seem to end up here for at least part of the day, most days. Which was what we expected (or should have expected if we didn't). 

As for hibernating this winter, we seem to be in a bit of a quandary. The cubs apparently have no interest in hibernating, which means we may be "up" most of the winter.  I am not sure how well that will work, because I do like my winter's rest. But, well, things have changed, so one learns to adapt. 

Blessings and Bear hugs!