Thursday, December 27, 2012

I Guess Winter Has Arrived!






Dear Diary,  I wake.  I look out the window.  I dream of days gone by and long warm walks on warm summer nights.  I sleep.  I wake.  I go outside to pee.  I can't find a place to pee because there is white stuff up to my nose.  Mom moves some of the white stuff aside with a huge spoon.  I pee.  I sleep.  I wake...  *sigh*.  I sleep.  Gracie.



Dementia, Maybe?

We're not in the market for a new house.  Not now, anyway.  But on our recent trip to Amish country in Berlin, Ohio we were sure tempte...