I have about one day before the storm. (Not really. The storm is always with us.)
Still, I find myself with 5 minutes when I don't have to go through letters from 1893.
My childhood house sold far fastest than my sister and I thought was possible. Thousands of fabulous houses have remained on the market for years, with no offers.
Evidently, cool 60's houses are back in vogue. We got a contract way before we were ready.
Remember all that moaning I did last winter? That was actually only about moving INTO the retirement home. That was difficile enough. We thought we'd have a year or more to dig through all the
More on that later. In the meantime, I am more than 3/4ths crazy. So I came home from 9 hours of eye-straining document-dealing, and decided to download pictures from my abandoned camera for a little escapism.
The ones below came up, and I was surprised that I'd never downloaded them before.
They speak volumes without a single word.
This is James, with his best friend from school, Maysie.
Can anyone help me interpret the body language here?