Referring of course to news about the front page of TheBrooksBunch.com. I am sitting in the Wolfeboro Public Library updating my blog. They have gone wireless and so have I (along with Thomas and Karen), so that while we wait to sell our old house, build our new one, and finally install a high-speed network at home, we can take our laptop computers to the library and connect to the Internet at high speed.
Mostly this is used for downloading pictures, video, music, and software, not necessarily in that order of importance. But it can also be used to upload at high speed, so that when I finally get the elements of the front page assembled on my laptop, I can quickly upload them to the site with just a quick library stop on my way to pick up Will and Danny after work.
Now I just need the elements. The hardest part is a new picture; getting us all in one place at the same time is, to put it mildly, a challenge. But I'm still working on it, I promise.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Working My Way Back
Obviously, I have been off the blogosphere for quite a while, at least with my personal blog. There has been a lot going on with work, Karen's schooling, and trying, once again, to sell the house.
And, of course, the death of my mother-in-law. Pat was a dear friend, something most sons-in-law might not even think to say. But I remember the first time I met Pat and Bill. They had come out to meet me before I married their daughter. I had them over to my little apartment for dinner, and then Karen left us alone while she went to some kind of craft class. We were supposed to meet her later.
We were late. Because we lost track of the time. Because we were having so much fun just talking.
I'm sorry to have lost Bill in 1995 and Pat less than two weeks ago. But how much poorer I'd be had I never met them.
And, of course, the death of my mother-in-law. Pat was a dear friend, something most sons-in-law might not even think to say. But I remember the first time I met Pat and Bill. They had come out to meet me before I married their daughter. I had them over to my little apartment for dinner, and then Karen left us alone while she went to some kind of craft class. We were supposed to meet her later.
We were late. Because we lost track of the time. Because we were having so much fun just talking.
I'm sorry to have lost Bill in 1995 and Pat less than two weeks ago. But how much poorer I'd be had I never met them.
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