Just to let you know I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. We’ve been living out of suitcases for almost two weeks now as we worked our way north from our winter digs. We’re in the U.P finally, on the last leg home. Should get there today and I’m hearing bad news about a snow mound that still needs digging out before we can get to our door. Should be interesting.
Our nephew plowed out our driveway but put his back out before he could shovel the walk. Don’t know what we’re going to do with him but rest assured he’ll be punished for this.
|Our house in winter|
But the worst of it is that my brother Mike died suddenly of a heart attack on March 21. He was 66 years old. My brother Chris and I are his only next-of-kin and we’ve been trying to do what we need to do to put his soul to rest and to clear up his affairs. Someday I may write about him but for now it’s too soon.
Life will settle down soon, I hope, and then I’ll be back to doing what I love to do best: Antagonizing the hell out of myself and others.