At the beginning of December I was finishing up with the winterizing and the last little bit of hunting, getting ready to go back to Louisiana the following week for work.
Mom called to tell me Jack (my stepdad of 32 years) was in the hospital and not doing well. I left that day (friday 4th) and got to Fort Lauderdale on Sunday the 6th. He died Tuesday the 8th. I'm grateful I was there in time to tell him goodbye.
This picture was hanging over his desk. I don't remember what the event was but Mom says it was in France and one of his favorites. Boy do we both look young!
Left Fort Lauderdale on the 20th to come home and shut down my house properly, pay bills, etc...so I could go back to Florida and stay with Mom awhile. Stopped in Louisiana for a couple of days on the way then recieved a call from my neighbor on the 24th (the day I was coming home) telling me the culvert on the drive was washed out and I couldn't get in till the water went down and the culvert was replaced. I waited until the 28th to leave, got home on the 29th. Couldn't get in on the main drive but was able to pass through the neighbors yard and behind the pond.
Came home after almost a month gone to a totally frozen house, pipes in the pumphouse broken, and even the house plants dead (they froze IN the house, that's how cold it's been).
Since then I've fixed the pipes, thawed out the house, and trying to catch up so I can leave again.
Still, it's great to be home even if it's temporary.
Nothing exciting going on. Trying to get my place back to normal, catching up on bills and housework, mail, etc.
