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Hi all, think that is really a word. I sold my home that we owned for 33 years, last month. I thought I would be glad to have it sold, but I didn't realize just how relieved I would be. My friends, and some strangers, (I'm sure), never want to hear another word about how I feel about not owning a house anymore. Now, when someone tells me they want to buy a house, I wonder why they want that responsibility, Let's forget they are 30 and I'm 70. At first, while I love this apartment and the location, my sister is next door, and there is nobody above or below me and I have a nice front yard with a little patio, something was missing. Then gradually, things began to change, my kids came for lunch, all the grandchildren came for visits with or without their parents and after about a month, things changed again. The apartment now has MEMORIES. None of my husband but he wouldn't have been happy here anyway, so it's just as well. He was very sick and then bed-ridden for 3 months before he died, and nothing pleased him so he really was miserable. I still consider it a blessing God took him when He did and that was 10 years ago.
Well, I really got off the subject, the good thing about this journal, is that you can stop reading whenever you want to, and it won't be rude. A shingle came off the roof in the high wind last week and the guy mowing the lawn ran right over it and cut it into many pieces. Sound familiar? Since this is my first spring in my new home, all kinds of things are popping up in the little flower bed. Oops, bird feeder needs more seeds. Take care.