Was just informed by my partner on facebook, not face to face, but on facebook that our relationship was done.
When I'm not working up something in yarn, I write gothic fiction. For those of who have asked to see me in motion, or wanted to know what this voice of mine is like, you know have the opportunity.
Every boy who lives out in the woods, or out on a farm, needs the loyal love and companionship of a puppy.
I've been working on these teddy bears, selling them on Etsy to be able to purchase the supplies necessary for living out here. FOOD.
Working on a pair of socks. Should be done by morning.
A really close friend was here on the farm to visit with me a few days ago. As we moved through some dinner and gossip, we found ourselves both picking up projects we were working on.
I don’t view this farm as home any longer. I view it as a place of stasis and recuperation. I want to go home. Back to Savannah. I miss it too much.
I want to thank all of you for the kind words, encouragement, donations of any size, and especially, for the love.
I'm not sure if any of you I've corresponded with over the years on this site knew how bad things had gotten.