Before I left to visit my parents, I had been doing winterizing tasks to keep heat in the house (plastic on French doors appears as an earlier blog post). The last task was getting the hard sheets of plastic to act as a storm window over the screen door. So I got out the screw gun and a step stool and went to it! Done!
Since Ken’s death I have been cleaning, sorting and clearing. As I planned to visit my parents, I decided to skip to the top floor and clear a nice space for my farm sitter to sleep. The area was all torn up as I had given away a queen sized futon from a double bed frame (it was as Garrison Keillor would call it a deep valley bed). When friends took the futon, they offered …
Thursday was Ken’s birthday. It was a tough day for me. As I have said often this year, the firsts and the lasts are the most difficult: the first time I do something alone that we had done together for decades, the last time I eat something Ken grew or raised for example. Thursday I was coming home from visiting my parents. It was so good to see them. There was much …
