Well, my wife dropped me off at the family farm in Iowa, the Beyer farm, the Aldrich farm (my grandparents), for a hundred years before that. Then she went back to the house in Carrollton because she is not retired from her teaching job in Texas for a few more years. And with my health having changed for the worse, I had to get out of the house, which needs ongoing weather-damage repairs.
The picture is of Ariel in our new bedroom. But don’t worry. My wife and I are not separated due to a pending divorce. We are still married. And Ariel is not our daughter or granddaughter. She is the largest plastic doll in my doll collection. She is fully poseable and was bought to be an artist’s model, as she is being used here. She is over three feet tall, slightly bigger than Tom and Nicole, the two porcelain dolls my mother made and gave to my wife and me. They are here to be protected from construction and to keep me company, in addition to my sister, who is the main owner of the house.
So, this is temporary. It may last as long as four years, if I can live that long.
I will take advantage of it, reconnecting with people I grew up with.
Catch a Falling Star 