Catching up.

     First and foremost, My son Jacob committed suicide and died on December 23, 2018. That's all I can say about that right now. 

     Michele and I bought a house on Whitemarsh Island. We've been there for 11 years now. It's okay, and I'm thankful to have it. It's a usual house. There's always something to fix, improve, or ignore. I'm best at the latter. At this particular moment, we are remodeling the kitchen and downstairs bathroom. It's a big project. We have to learn how to lay tile, do construction, dry wall, and plumbing. It's not fun but necessary. We just had a new roof installed last weekend. It was time and hurricane Helene demanded it be done now. The ass screwing the insurance did to us is a complete blog on its own. 

      Sarah graduated college, got married, and had a baby. All in that order. She is pregnant now and is due in April. Michele is over the moon and enjoys her morning Facetime with her granddaughter, Addy. All seems to be smooth over there. Let's hope it stays that way. 

      I had to put my beautiful princess Annabelle to sleep three years ago. The vets couldn't figure out what was wrong an she was starving to death. I had no choice but to let her go. It hurts still, to this day. We also had to put Bonnie Lass to sleep. She developed an unusually aggressive cancer. She had one surgery and before that wound healed she developed another tumor. She was in sever pain so we let her go as well. At about the same time we lost Bonnie, we lost our puppy Martha Eloise. Michele found her dead in her crate one Sunday morning. We were devastated. Since all of that, we have gotten the twins. The loves we adore. Harper Grace and Flannery Pate. They are one month apart and they love each other immensely. They are truly toddlers and act as such. We still have our beloved Daphne. She is 15 now an still the light of our lives. She's had some hard times but is doing really well now. Olivia is till running the house. She's grouchy but she's our baby. Even though she is about to be 14, she acts 80. Get off my lawn!! Oh, and, we acquired my mom's Boston Terrier, Ava. We let er live there. We had to put mom in a memory care facility but that's a story for another day. 

       That's all I want to say in the first catch up post. It's been too long and there's too much to tell.

PTL