Dad is going home for hospice. He desperately wants to spend his last days with his family. Time is definitely running out on him. I only spend a day or two a week up there but he is constantly on my mind and in my prayers. I am usually up there Wednesday and Thursday. Friday, Saturday and Sunday are my heavy days at work as there are two of us who switch back and forth while the rest of the crew gets the weekend off.
The sale/inheritance of the house I will be living in is moving along. I was there this afternoon looking it over. The people who were living in it did not exactly trash it, but there is work that needs to be done. They were supposed to be out a week ago, but there is a lot of stuff in that house that belongs to them. (They were buying it, but a felony by the man of the house, resulting in a loss of 60 to 70% of the household income while he sits in prison for trying to kill his wife/girlfriend ? resulted in a voluntary foreclosure with the house reverting to us.) The inside of the garage looks like a dirty-minded ten year old decorated it.
Of course it's the 8+ acres of land, including a large yard, a field for a big garden, and a small woodlot complete with a pond that really interests me. That house and shed looks so small from space. I'm thinking about planting some apple, cherry, pear and plum trees, along with a grape arbor and strawberries and red raspberries but I don't know how many and will have to do it a few at a time. It's nice to live in the country where one has real space. So much is possible, God willing.