Hey Soidhonia, Thank-you alot for following up on me, these
issues that seem to be grinding me to a halt are to tell the
truth my own making. Although the past has been hard you
can't really see where it began. Sometimes I hear the past calling me but it really isn't me but only a small kid
looking in the gutters and watching the rain collect in a
stream gushing to the corner and then he would stomp and
splash in his galoshes not a care in the world. Then he'd
look around to try pushing the water farther down the
road and it became fun to do and he was immersed in this
and he controled the direction and volume of water. Then
this was what he knew and it became a little wet world
he could depend on to be there at spring and then during
the summer. The weather was always dividing our year and
even during the day we planned around the hours of sunlight.
During late winter we would come home usually in the dark
hour of 4pm. Take care,

DB