poet,
I'm sorry about your possibly losing your house. My guess is that the divorce laws in every state suck in one unfair way or another.

Funny, I'm 57 and I can't wait to "lose" this house, this last tie, last vestige.

I'm sorry you're sad. Sad and alone on a Saturday morning is no way to be.
I'm there, too, this morning.

(((poet)))

Peace,


Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac