An Admission, an Embarrassing One
Odd. In the midst of loss there is an opening of possibilities – do I stay here? Do I garden? Do I keep tractors or sell them? Do I learn things Ken did? Do I hire them out? My life has changed. I have many decisions to make. I have started by sorting through stuff. Mine first. This was the rags a couple weeks ago. I am down to a few coats. …
