I’ve been busy driving the grand-kids back and forth to school, and looking after them until my daughter, Jada, arrives home from school, where she is doing her RMT. ( Registered Massage Therapy). It seems like only yesterday that I was completing my thesis for my Masters Degree in social work, and here I am now, already retired. Life flies by at a pace I can’t keep up with, and those birthdays just keep coming around.

Despite being retired, I’m as busy as ever, penning the new novel, kitting scarves, cooking meals, gathering the eggs from the hen house, and a host of other tasks.  I recently wrecked my lower back, climbing under the 5th wheel  and crawling on my belly in dirt and gravel in order to plug in three heat lamps which will hopefully prevent the pipes and lines from freezing. I insulated the septic and water lines, as well as applied heat tape, and am keeping my fingers crossed that nothing will freeze solid when the really cold weather hits. If the septic line should freeze, you get something called a “poopsicle”, according to those winter campers who post tutorials on line on how to survive a winter in a 5th wheel.Let’s pray I never experience that particular joy.

Thus far, the electric space heaters are keeping me reasonably warm, so I can’t complain.

Oh, and I’ve already decorated for Christmas.