

We stopped by the farm on the way in. It is really overgrown and you can tell they have had some rain out here. I took some pictures but we didn’t go inside yet as we wanted to get checked in. We will head out there in a little while.

So much is going on I have not written. Right now it is 5:31 and we just came back to the hotel room because Cherie lost a contact. It was time to take a break anyway. We have been shoveling out rooms. Had to get dust masks. There is a nest of bees under the house. I sprayed the hole they go in and out of but had to run. These might be killer bees. They are aggressive and territorial.


I can’t describe to you the emotions involved as we look and imagine together about “Home”. Home, that mystic place where you know you belong, where you are secure. This is it, this is where we build the rest of our life together and make up for the twenty lost years.

Cherie and I drove out to the well, which is at the far corner of the property, and looked back. “All that is ours” Cherie said.

This is a wonder. I have so many roots here and so many memories that are being unlocked now. Here is where I wrote my name in the concrete when I helped Rudy, my grandfather, build the place. I learn by the date that that was in 1972. I find the pick axe I used back then and so many other things.
I think we will run and find a place to eat now. After that we will head back to the farm till it starts to get dark.
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