I have to apologize. It has been nearly two weeks since I last wrote a note. The picture on the left is outdated. The water is high, but the ice is gone in our area. Someone said there was a jam further down the river closer to Savage and Sidney, but anyway, we are clear.
It is amazing to me how quickly the snow went when it decided to go. My yard is clear of snow so now I can see the leaves left from last fall and the accumulation of winter. I had wondered about a large piece of suet I had hanging for the birds. It disappeared in January, I think. I found it today in the middle of a snowball bush. It evidently blew off in the wind. Apologies to the squirrel for my accusations of stealing the suet from the birds. I found myself reaching for the rake to start to clean up the yard, but held off and told myself to just enjoy. I actually wore opened toed shoes to church on this Palm Sunday, 2018.
The big news is that I am putting my house up for sale. I have purchased a small lot with a beautiful, easterly view of the Badlands just around the corner from where I have lived since 1997. Mother used to say, "A move is as good as a fire" when she and Dad moved several times when he had different teaching positions, and then when we had three different houses in Glendive. When we were moving a distance my Uncle Les, Mom's brother, would come from the ranch with his truck and a spare nephew, load us up and off we would go. I remember when we moved into Glendive in 1954. We arrived late at night, but the men got the beds out of the truck so my brother and I could be put down for the night. We had come from Rawlins, Wyoming, and that was 'a fur' piece'.
I lived in a couple different apartments settling at last at the Manor for eighteen years and then buying my home on Snyder. The folks moved in about 2001 to live with me. It was welcoming, loving, a good location and we had good, sometimes difficult years.
So going through, sorting and throwing memories is never easy. I cleaned out my parents' home when they sold and have spent the last years again sorting things and trying to decide what to throw and what to save.
My new home will be about 600 square feet, maybe a little bigger, so I have to be very firm with myself. It is not a "tiny" house, but it is a small house and I am looking forward to this next step. In twenty years I will be ninety years old so I am hoping, God willing, this will be my home until they carry me out feet first -- who knows. The contractor and I will sit down on Tuesday and do some additional planning now that I have the lot.
You think you should be through learning new things when you turn 70, but life always has some surprises.