Home Sweet Home

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Home Sweet Home


You may have noticed something different about my website. I'm toying with the design of the site as I move into a new phase of my recovery from cancer. Sounds reasonable, anyway. Your comments are always welcome. A couple of odd things I seem to be experiencing — and you may, too — is being able to view only the current blog entry and my artwork is MIA. Something's amiss and I'll fix it as I have time.

I still don't have an Internet connection (THANKS, AT&T!) and I'm currently doing all my updates from my laptop at an Internet café in an undisclosed location. This means I can't fix things at my whim until then. Please, remain in your seats and stay calm. The captain will take care of all this nasty turbulence as quickly as possible.


When I first walked into this charming, little carriage house, I knew it was the perfect place to continue my healing process.

I've been here, officially, since New Year's Day. Moving Day was actually Jan. 4th and I'm finally beginning to make some headway in unpacking. I'm at the point where I could unpack the rest of the boxes. . . but I have no place to put things. I need to get some things from my storage unit at Cedar Creek Lake (I know. It's a long story.) and my sister, Lorraine, has some things she can contribute to the cause. Having been in the antiques-slash-junk business for many years, she has more than she can use. I'm not sure what I'd do without her.

Floor of my new carriage house
Here's a link to some photos I took on Moving Day. Not the best of shots, as you can tell, but I was focused on moving boxes that day, not photographing them. Things, as I said, have cleared up considerably and I'll post more photos soon.

All the work I've had to do hasn't been for nothing: my physical therapist says it's really the only thing that will build up my shoulder again. And that will just take time.

You know how to reach me. . . just send an email at my Guest Book, above. Or call me. You probably have the number. If you can, come by and say hello. I promise I won't stick a paintbrush in your hand.


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