When you throw a baby in the air,
Every night we go to bed,
We see the world suffering,
On an old man's shirt was written a sentence
I am slowly getting a handle on posting again. I am hoping when we get back in the Charlotte area that my Live Writer will straighten out.
I do okay here, but I have a tough time locating and posting the pictures.
Today is a moving day. We head back to Belmont for a few weeks. This has been a good break, but I did not finish my book. I still lack a few chapters. I did get to do some more research, but the internet connection is very slow here.
This is what our neighbor had the nerve to park next to us:
1956 De Soto
That DeSoto was one tough car.