Sorry Jack, mistook your message. I thought you meant I wasn't doing it right because my smoke alarms went off. Off course, doing it outside right now could become a National Forest Fire. Melted the one gall durned good bucket I had burning the last bunch. When I used my kitchen sink, my grandson thought it was time to roast weiners.
Hired the boy down the road to weed eat around the pond for me. That will help keep the place looking nice for prospective buyers.
Had a good week at work ( despite the Cajun come on)Feel pretty calm and surrounded by friends here at home. Mental image: rounding up the wagons 'fore the Injuns attack'. In a small town, it's now what you know its who you know, and I was born here.
No great plans this weekend, but I am at least not dreading it as a slow, lonely, grieving time. ( Husband was always home on weekends) I'm even starting to show some interest in shopping again! How's that for progress, Girls???
