Sorry! I seem to have fallen off the edge of the blogging merry-go-round, huh?! I've apparently been gone so long that blogger has changed and I'm staring at a completely unfamiliar screen as I type this.
There were some gray days over here ... I was totally smacked down and so depressed when I realized that although one year had passed, I was still stuck, very much in the midst of my father's estate business. WAH! It's been constant work for over a year and I had thought, had hoped for a release and a return to my own little life. Nuh uh!
Tax returns to figure out and file. Done.
There were some gray days over here ... I was totally smacked down and so depressed when I realized that although one year had passed, I was still stuck, very much in the midst of my father's estate business. WAH! It's been constant work for over a year and I had thought, had hoped for a release and a return to my own little life. Nuh uh!
Tax returns to figure out and file. Done.
Fixing up my father's house so we could rent it. Done.
My father's house to rent. Done. FINALLY, one week ago our very first tenants moved in. WAHOO!
A lawsuit against a scallywag, a worm, a weasel - a brief moment of hope
and then dashed! Now more legal wrangling and perhaps court. So
draining!
And the boxes and boxes and more boxes of a family's life to sift through. Clues on pieces of paper, filling in puzzles, taking shape. I'm having so much fun on Ancestry.com, filling in our family tree with new found info.
As much joy as it brings, it is daunting. It feels impossible to squeeze my parents things into my much smaller home.
So that's where I am these days ... buried under boxes in this wee hoosie, adrift in memories.
Yesterday I poured over photos of my mother when she was young. So much fun!
I thought my Vintage Thingie Thursday followers might enjoy this vintage photo frame with a picture of my mom in it that I found yesterday. It's like an Ojos Dios, with a place for a photo in the center - I think my mom is about three or four in this photo. If it is as old as my mom was, it's from the 1920's.
And the boxes and boxes and more boxes of a family's life to sift through. Clues on pieces of paper, filling in puzzles, taking shape. I'm having so much fun on Ancestry.com, filling in our family tree with new found info.
As much joy as it brings, it is daunting. It feels impossible to squeeze my parents things into my much smaller home.
So that's where I am these days ... buried under boxes in this wee hoosie, adrift in memories.
Yesterday I poured over photos of my mother when she was young. So much fun!
I thought my Vintage Thingie Thursday followers might enjoy this vintage photo frame with a picture of my mom in it that I found yesterday. It's like an Ojos Dios, with a place for a photo in the center - I think my mom is about three or four in this photo. If it is as old as my mom was, it's from the 1920's.
