Well my dears! It has been such a long while since I last wrote you! Yes indeed it has and what a tale I have to tell you this cold dark night. Seems I let things bother me that I can't control and my body says fooy on you! Sooo it takes it out on my hands my dears! Yes my poor poor hands have suffer so much these last few weeks! I have been to the dermatologist twice and to a few good witchdoctors too! Not to mention a few good home brews I cooked up in the kitchen and at last my fingertips are looking almost new again. It really amazes me how many times you can use one hurt finger when you type! lol I will say thanks to all for your thoughts and prayers! Ahhh the power of prayer it surely works my friends........
Now for all of those who wonder how on earth did I survive not being able to type or text? Well I crocheted the entire time! Yes I did! Looks like someone is going to get a nice Christmas present this year, actually a couple of people will.....lol Oh, I wore gloves......and I still am wearing gloves so the yarn doesn't stick to my hands or dry them out! Save the hands! lol
So we have decided to put a new roof on the house and finish it by Christmas. If all goes well we will be posting the For Sale sign after Christmas. I can hardly wait to move away from this highway. Oh I will miss the wood pecker and the deer. I will miss the fox at night and coyote too. I will miss all the wild iris that bloom in the spring time and the wild azaleas too. There's a lot of things I will miss living up here on our hill but like all things this too must come to an end. You see we are getting to a place in our lives that we have to think of smaller areas with less up keep. We are tired of spending all our time maintaining our property. Sure it was great to raise our brood here but now they are mostly gone chasing their own dreams. It is time for someone else to enjoy the fruits of our labor or bulldoze it down and build four houses here to replace ours.
I heard the Seneca Guns again this month. It always amazes me when I hear them. They sound like a bomb going off in your back yard. They shake your house and everything. However it isn't a bomb and it isn't the military. Neither is it an earthquake or someone breaking the sound barrier. Although sometimes they will sound as loud as that. No one really knows what causes them and stories do abound. I myself have heard plenty of them and would love to hear any you may know. So please dear reader if you know any stories about the Seneca Guns please let me know or post them here for us all to read!
I loaded up the mater car the first weekend of October and Baxter and I went to Mayfaire to watch my daughters run for the Ta Ta's. It was a 5k race held each year for Breast Cancer Awareness. Please Please Please take care of the Ta Tas ladies and guys....you too! My brother in law is a breast cancer survivor this year so check yourself each month and if you don't know how get your wife to show you!
Well dears, it's been 2 years since I smoked a cigarette.....now if I could just talk the hubs into quitting! We were suppose to stop together but for some reason he didn't and I did. I guess if you have the will to stop you will but if you don't want to stop you never will stop. Oh sure I miss it. I don't miss the shortness of breath though...... Did I tell you I can now climb stairs without coughing my head off? Mark one up for NOT SMOKING! lol
Oh yeah, heard from the Wayfaring Son the other day. It seems where he is it is snowing. He rang me up on the phone just to tell me. Me: Hello? Son: Mom! It's snowing! Me: lol get used to it son, you should see 30 inches by Christmas! lol Son: Not me! I'm hibernating for the winter! Me: I can see that.... Such is the life of a transplanted southerner in Rhode Island!
Well my dears, take care and be good to one another! Good Night Betty! xoxoxo
