Every thing now is the third without you. It's the third day-after-Christmas, the third time New Year's has loomed over me and our birthdays are just around the corner. I hear you pushing me... just get on with it. Don't waste your time on earth. You are not getting any younger missy. I sit here in the castle and know the changes and updates you would have picked yourself. I have some dilemma about the car situation...and the garage door is broken and I'm not sure what to do? But we are all ok. Sammy is lying on my hip just as Barley used to lay. I've managed to keep the household running without losing anything thus far- but the long journey seems daunting. The winter ahead seems cold and insufferable. I like the fact that I've picked up reading for sport and I love it when I'm reading something you like and you are right there on my shoulder enjoying it with me. So here we go...year 3. Mom and dad's place is up for sale and I will likely have another chance at security. We are getting a new roof and skylights in the spring and we need some old trees cut down and the fence mending. I would like to make a small deck out the front and put French Doors in place of the large windows. Then in the spring and fall I can sit in a nice chair with a glass of Pinot Noir and my next good read and enjoy the sunset over the tops of the trees. What do you think? I miss my mom. Give her a kiss for me please. 😘