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. …

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