So, after starting a journal here months ago, I'm finally realizing that one needs to POST to a journal in order to actually HAVE a journal. I don't feel as if anything of interest to anyone other than to me happens in my life, but what the hell, here goes.
This would be a fabulous retirement (I think) if Steve were still here. I finally have the time to learn some new skills (netting, tablet weaving, lace making, tatting the correct way, you know, all the skills needed to survive in the 21st century USA). And for as demanding as Steve could be regarding my time, I would rather have hime still here, and healthy. I don't miss the arguments, but I do miss everything else.
So, we're on a de-cluttering frenzy, because we promised him we'd get out of Trenton, and he really hated clutter. I have a realtor coming over today to start the selling process; of course we found the dream house through pictures but no way can we afford 2 houses, so the best we can do is hope things go smoothly and we can sell here and buy there, and not go utterly broke in the process.
I need to stop whining and get back to cleaning. Once the house is in order I will post more fun stuff (like really crooked netting and my first attempts at tablet weaving. Both are good for a laugh.)