...and I would love to give them some.
And the white stuff that looks like snow on the ground? Not. It's an inch and a half of sleet that looks and feels for all the world like someone dumped the contents of a glass bead blaster on our street.
Time to look at my favorite picture again so I don't lose hope.
(or how to move onto a sailboat) With the advent of our 50th birthdays came the usual sorts of life evaluations that one goes through. At what have I succeeded? What contributions have I made? What do I have left that I want to do before I die? Living on the water was high on both our lists. For any who share the dream, and for our family members who might not understand, this is our story. We don't know where it will take us, but welcome along for the ride!
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