I know I promised more attention to posting. My father passed away April 20th at 63 years of age. He had congestive heart failure. I miss him. I think it was easier to tell people when I was still numb right afterwards then now. The one month mark hit me like a ton of bricks. It takes time, I know.
I also had to think about how precious time is. So I cut back on a lot but I want to forge ahead with Shoestring Manor. It's difficult to post about this here. This blog was named after the bungalow my father's father built and that my father helped with. I am comforted in the fact that there were no last minute things to iron out with my dad. I spent the last days with him giving him what he needed and frequently exchanging "I love you" back and forth. Those were his last words to me.
My blog hasn't been much lately but I hope to improve upon that.