I still had my time to myself. One morning, parking in the train station parking lot I decided to walk up on a side street of town. Hadn't done it before. Just one block east of Main, so no worries.
Something about a little residential street, noise, birds, shadows from the sun. Very comforting. At the end was an ecclectic little house. By that I mean it was done up with a lot of yard knick knacks, that all seemed to go together. It was a sheer delight to behold. I really wish I could describe it. This year seemed to be more reserved or I should have taken pictures.
Walking by this house was my reward as well I felt. I looked forward to it. Then back down main street, to the bakery. It was a delight. It was near the end of this week that we recieved the news that my Grandfathers wife had passed. Apparently she had been very ill, and we did not know. So we shall continue next with the wake.
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