No, not pictures or trinkety things that go on the walls, just me hanging out at the new digs. It’s been a helluva struggle this last 3 weeks and yesterday was the 3 week anniversary of when we started making dump runs and working through the wreckage what was left behind in someone’s life. Really! For people to live in those conditions – and at least one of them had a job – their life was a wreck. The bad neighbors were a huge benefit for me in the long run and I’m thankful they were what they were and hope their life improves on down the road somewhere…really far away from me and mine. Now is definitely not the time for a deep dive into the darkness that mankind swims in most of the time so let’s drift on past that one. Continue reading Hanging at the new digs
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Still kicking – just not as high
Frankly I’m kinda dragging ass right now. There’s a buttload of work to be done between my sis’s place and mine and the new place I plan on going to soon. I think winter’s officially here since the humming bird feeder freezes 5 feet off the ground and the bird bath refuses to thaw out most days. It was 28 degrees the other morning when I headed into Vegas to return Dan so he could go to work the following night. Continue reading Still kicking – just not as high