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lighter:
Good luck finding part time helpers, Amber. 

Have wonderful visits, and enjoy your visitors: )

Lighter

Hopalong:
I hope you have a really solid time with your girlfriend, a great visit.

I'm sorry Hols is bringing you back into matriarch PLUS financial advisor mode. Doesn't sound fun.

Hope soon it's all about your own life and joys again...your work never ends but you do seem to love it. May it be so soon.

Hugs
Hops

sKePTiKal:
I don't feel it's that way at all, Hops. We get together, talk, solve life's problems, ponder the universe... ask "what if" and "why not"... and we intermittently work around here, look at properties she's interested in... while she talks out loud about her thought process about why she's still living with Matt, where she thinks that's going, etc.

I listen, interject some feedback (when I can get a word in edgewise)... and remind her, it takes me a while to actually spit out what I'm trying to say. Debbie's input will shift things a little bit... but she's been through the "drill" before. LOL. It will be fun...

sKePTiKal:
So. I planted the husband today.

I was going to have Holly open the plastic box, but I did it instead. His ashes were in a plastic bag secured by a wire tie. Hahahahaha. Mike was all about wire ties. We both wanted to be composted. So I couldn't just put a plastic box in the ground.

I can see where he is, from my bedroom window. Every morning. That's his section of the land to guard.

I thought it was going to be real emotional to do that... but it wasn't. Functional. Completion. And the kid brought an unopened bottle of really good bourbon and 2 beers... and we did spill a few drops of bourbon while sipping... but it was just another task to complete. NOT a big deal, at this point in time.

And maybe I'll grow another husband. Or NOT. I think I'm OK either way.

Hopalong:
And of course you had to spill a few drops of bourbon!

It was an offering for Mr. Mike.

I'm so glad you did that.

And will be able to see that lovely place where he rests.

love
Hops

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