Yup – the grands are all way too excited. After all, tomorrow is Saturday and they can play, play, play in the white stuff.

As for me? Well, it’s okay and all that – but when is spring? hahahaha

And, for your choosing pleasure – if you are a NaBloPoMo’er, that is –

 

My stash of purply moose things is getting smaller, but I am happy to share what I have. So, I have sent an email off to Fussy and the folks over at NaBloPoMo telling them these are up for grabs however they would like to give them away.

I’m looking at this picture and smiling – the curve of the socks makes it look like my little purple moosie signature tag is smiling – too much fun.

I have the day off today – due to it being Veteran’s Day tomorrow. Received an envelope of information from my aunt yesterday – it has lots of family history in my grandmother’s handwriting – kind of cool to read. But it also has the funeral notice of my Uncle Bob who was killed during WWII in France. I knew about him, of course, but the article told me some things I didn’t know about him, too.

My grandmother also lost a brother to war – WWI. And, a great-great grandmother of mine on her side stood up to Morgan’s Raiders!

My father fought in WWII, but wasn’t killed in action – rather, his memories and such killed him many years later as he drowned them all in drink and killed his liver. He fought “the Japs” every night in his sleep – many times taking it out on my mother. My aunts – his sisters – always said he was sick. I never bought it. Perhaps too critical, as I have been told by some closer to me than my father, but that was how I saw it. His “illness” was self-imposed every time he opened a bottle.

Regardless, he is long gone these forty plus years now. I was 16. He had been out of our lives pretty much for four years by that time.

Life goes on.

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