I'm here...........

Another Saturday.


Just hanging in there, going with the flow.

The weather has been nice, a little hot, but hey...


Been drawing a complete blank lately about writing.

Baby has been easy this week, she seems to be getting more and more attached to ME...which is kind of neat, but also troubling...
Sometimes she cries when Bugs puts her in her car seat at night to take her home, pityful crying, little arms stretched out...breaks my heart...and I'm sure it doesn't do much for Bugs' heart either.

Bugs trying to catch up with her finances, the upkeep on her house (neighbors are now leaving nasty notes on her door)
I cannot advise her anymore, it seems like I'm talking to a wall. She is SO like her father!

We were shopping for a new toilet seat this morning, as always, Wheelie slugging behind me, looking grumpy...
I asked him if we needed anything else? Lowe's being one of his favorite stores, or used to, he thought for a few seconds and then said: yeah, Bugs needs stuff for her septic tank...I told her a year ago she need to get that...

HUH??

I told him I was done buying things for her and trying to take care of stuff for her house...he seemed mad at me...he just shut down...

I told him AGAIN that I can no longer let her problems roam around my brain anymore, leave me sleepless at night. I'm on empty, and you know how dear gas is nowadays...

So all is as usual here...very quiet...each in our own little corner of the house...

I hate living like this. I hate living here in this god forsaken part of the country.

Anyway...

Gonna go and find me some cheese with that whine

Have a nice weekend y'all

SGMKJ!

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Happy Birthday, New Zealand!!!

57 Years ago today, our family welcomed my 'little' brother into the world. He was the only baby born at home. He was a clunker, and he had the longest curliest hair.

I made a picture of a picture here, which in it's original size is only 2 inches wide, so it's a little fuzzy.

What's amazing to me is that in this picture, my mom was 25, that's Bugs' age, and my father was 30.

Get a load of the LARGE painting above the bed, with the Holy Mother, Jesus and a bunch of angels.

I called him this morning. He and his wife are at my parents' today, celebrating his birthday.
It sounded like they had a room full of LOUD party-ers, lots of laughter and shouting going on.
My other brother and his wife were there as well.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall today!

Birthday boy was glad I sang to him (he said nobody sang for him yet) and he and his wife were having a ball. They spent a week in England before coming to Holland, they spent a few days at my other brother, and are now going to be putzing around Holland for a few weeks with my sister's house as their home base.
After that they will travel to Italy and Greece.



Needless to say I am a bit sad today. I so wish I could be there. Seems the older I get, the more I miss my family, the traditions.

Bugs just called, while I was in the shower. She didn't want to talk with Wheelie, she just told him to have me call her back.
I HATE that! When I called her back I gave her a little piece of my mind, dammit.
The man is isolated enough as it is, now his own daughter won't even give him a simple message, or just talk to him.
What the *&$%@???

Anyway, a day of sadness and introspective. Getting warmer outside again.

Bugs is in her way to drop Boo off so she can do her restaurant order.

And on we go..........

Over the weekend Wheelie and I watched the entire HBO mini series about the lives of John and Abigail Adams, courtesy of Netflix. It was slow going, but then in those days it WAS slow going.
At first I was bored, but the film grew on me. These folks in general lived a tough life.
Did you know that his only daughter died of breast cancer? She had a mastectomy done by the family doctor, no anesthetic, just lie down and bite on a stick, my dear. And the knife he used..bbrrrrrr...how brave these people were.
The film was very well done, and in the end it was like watching the real people, not the actors.
I also didn't know that Adams and Jefferson both died on the same day, July 4th.

Well, that's gotta be it for today.

Have a wonderful week y'all!

SGMKJ!

Maziestraat

This is the little house my father grew up in.
He was eight years old when they moved in. It was 1928.
The family lived in this house until my grandfather died in 1968.

I got all these pictures from a great Dutch website, an archive of the city of Den Haag. (The Hague, 's Gravenhage.)

The top picture was from 1936. The fellow driving the bakfiets (a bike with a huge cart in front, usually on two wheels, do a search for photos of bakfiets on Google.nl and you will get a good idea)) may very well be one of my uncles, or my grand father.

This view was taken looking into the little dead end street, or alley, really.
The house is on the left, with the bike parked in front, some sort of sign hanging front the first floor.
You can see the narrow front door and next to it a wide door, like a garage door. That's where my grandfather parked his wagon. The horse had a stall in the back of the house, under the kitchen. I can still hear the loud clicking of her hoofs over the stone floor, when grandfather brought her out in the morning to go off to work. It always scared the bejezus out of me. The horse's name was Nel, she was huge. I believe she had a mean streak too.
The wagon was one of those you see in old cards, I found a few pictures online, but this one came the closest. My grandfather's wagon had a covered seat though with a slightly arched roof and a small round window.

He worked his business until about 1960. He got rid of the horse and wagon and serviced his customers on foot. Dressed smartly in his gray coat, carrying his wares in a big round basket. Need less to say he only had a few customers, and they were right around the corner.

He was a dapper little guy, always bragging he was a hofleverancier (purveyor of royalty)
well, NOT! *lol*
But it was only logical he'd feel that way, as he lived a stone's grow from the Palace. I doubt it that he ever knocked on the door there though.

As dapper and as gentle as he was in his golden years, he was a a force to be reckoned with when he was younger.
He could cuss up a storm, was tough on his boys, worked long hours. Working a horse and wagon like that, having to get up at 4 every morning to go to the market, then loading, and then going into the neighborhood to sell, must have been extremely hard work.

I still remember that wagon though. When we visited on Sundays, we were always allowed to pick an apple or a pear. Grandfather taught us how to handle a peach. VERY gently, as not to bruise it. I STILL do that. Every time I pick up a peach I think of my grandfather.
He also showed us how to give old Nel a snack. Holding a slice of bread in your flattened hand. Of course I never dared to do that, those big yellow teeth just looked way too scary!

The second picture I gleaned from that same website.
On December 31, 1953, the boys next door were making firecrackers in their attic. The explosion pretty much blew up the entire house.
My uncle Koos has his bicycle repair business on the ground floor there. I think the loss of his business might have been one more good reason to move to Canada, who knows?
It's a little hard to see, but the little black head you see peeking out the window was my aunt Ria,
surveying the damage.
This picture was in the local newspaper.


I found the last picture on a current Dutch real estate website. The blue house is my father's old house. The one next to it (the one that blew up) is now for sale for a whopping quarter of a million Euro!!!
When I told my father, he got a real kick out of that, as I am sure that his old house is probably just as expensive.

The ground floor has been everything from a restaurant to a printer shop. Don't know what's there now. A project to find out for my next visit.

We did get a very rare peek at the house back in 1986. Wheelie, my son, and Bugs were all in Holland to celebrate my parents' 40th wedding anniversary. We all took a trip 'downtown' to see the old neighborhoods. When we came in the Maziestraat, we found the door wide open. There was some renovation going on. The guys that were working didn't mind us coming in and having a look.
The place had pretty much been gutted. The large front room was now one small room and a bathroom with a tub and shower.
The staircase to the attic was moved from the opposite side of the hall and extended to the stairs coming up from the front door by taking out the toilet room. The attic was still pretty much the way it was.
I immediately showed my family the spot where my father and uncles had hid in the war during the razzias. Right under the roof, behind a low wall. The small entrance to the space was still there. Amazing!

I don't know what the house looks like now, it's 22 years later, and who knows what they did to it to improve it. Perhaps I'll write the people who live there, like I did with my mom's house.

Lots of nice memories from that place though. The visits, playing with my cousins. My brother running his new bike into the dead end wall (DUH!) The apples, the smell of the hay and the horse, the small patio out back with the chickens and the rabbits.

My aunt Ria, who lived there with my grandfather until she passed away. She was such a sweet lady, but also very stern and old fashioned.
She let me play with the toys in the attic. I remember a large doll, and a doll bed, and white lace.
And that odd smell, not bad, just very unique. Old, a little musty, a little sweet.
The smell of a large family having lived in a small house.

My grandmother died in that house. She had a stroke and was taken care of by a nun who was deaf and used a copper horn to listen. All I remember about my grandmother is that she was a large woman, in a bed, never speaking.

But she was a cheerful lady according to my father. She could laugh!!!! Big hearty belly laughs...

I imagine I inherited that trait from her...*S*

Have a wonderful day y'all!

SGMKJ!

Hot enough for ya?

It's kind of hard to catch him sitting still, but this is Alvin

It's in the 90 here again today. I guess we can call that a heat wave.

It's not exactly the most comfortable climate for me. Give me a little wind, a nip in the air, lots of sunshine and rain at night.

Today I opened the newspaper to some good news for a change.

One: The mayor of San Francsico started marrying gay and lesbian couples at 5 o'clock in the morning.
Among them two women, 84 and 87, who have been together for 55 years.
I'd say it's about time.
How absolutely wonderful!!!!

It's about time!!!

The second one: Dingdong Bush is proposing far-reaching new rules that would give people with disabilities greater access to many many many places of business, swimming pools, golf courses, theaters, hotels and retail stores.

It's about time!!!

It has always amazed me that somehow older buildings don't HAVE to provide access. Our bank downtown is in such an old building. A person with a wheelchair cannot get into that building unless someone carries him, chair and all, up the stairs.


So we just have to drive a few miles down the road to the other branch. Not really a big deal, but it's the principle. The Bank of America is big enough to be able to afford a ramp or two. You'd think!

Even places that try their best sometimes don't get it right. Take your handicap toilet stalls in stores and restaurants. I wonder if they ever build these room while actually sitting in a wheelchair, trying to get yourself on the pot. Most places don't have a clue as to doors opening inward or outward. Or where the grab bars go. Or where the tiled floors are so slick the person will slip and fall while trying to transfer onto the pot.

Oh Lord, don't get me going here!!!!

So our president is trying to tie up some lose ends. Making a trip to Europe, making nice with the Pope, with Queen E, it's funny, really...and pathetic.

But rewriting the federal standards for enforcement of the AWDA is a good move, I'll give him that.

I have often thought of starting a website that lists/rates businesses on their handicap accessibility. But where to start?

I would love to go on vacation one day and be able to look at a brochure and find information about rooms for the disabled.

You read any travel brochure and NOWHERE will you find any information about accessibility for handicapped people.

I have written/emailed MANY motels and hotels about their facilities. I have NEVER received an answer.

So, I won't be going to Myrtle Beach or The Florida coasts I guess!

On the other hand, I do know of a few places that DO make the effort.
Take Target. Especially their new stores. They not only have two well built and correctly designed handicap stalls, as well as a few wider stalls for larger persons (brilliant!!), they also have a family room, which is great for families with kids as well as people with disabilities.

The Georgia Aquarium tried their best too. But the granitefloor to their bathroom was so slick and the door so damn heavy, that Wheelie almost pulled himself out of his chair.
I wrote them, of course, and received a lovely answer. I was told they are looking into the problem and will take care of it.

We haven't been back, who can afford the gas and the tickets, but I was impressed.

The newer big box stores seem to have their shit together, WalMart and K Mart are okay too, as are most of the super markets, like Publix.

I always try and let the people that work there, or the management, know that I am impressed with their facilities.

When we just got here three years ago, we had to use the bathroom at a local BPgas station/convenient store here in Cartersville. I wasn't hopeful, but low and behold, their bathroom was amazing.
I made an effort to thank the manager of the store, he was kinda surprised, I think. *S*

When we drove from California to Georgia three years ago, I made reservations at Best Westerns along the way. Most of them had excellent handicap rooms with roll in showers. Only a few of them missed the boat completely.

But enough of that.

We have a new creature in our backyard. A tiny chipmunk has moved in under my hostas. He/she found a treasure trove under my bird feeder, and he dug him/herself a nice hole in the ground. We named him/her Alvin (of course!!)
The little shit even chased away the two mourning doves that always come down for breakfast.
He's cute though. :>)

We watched Boo-boo for an hour this morning while Bugs did her restaurant order. After that they went swimming at her boss's house.
She just called me, they had a ball. Boo LOVES the pool!!! So now grandma will have to find us a swim program for babies...SIGH...*lol*

We sold a few CDs this week, and a few of them were bought by a guy who is a concert pianist, Michael Fennelly. He will come to this area in September, and maybe we'll go and see him.
We've met some interesting folks through Ebay.

Anyway, no big news, just another Monday. Trying to finish my laundry, get ready for tomorrow.

Have a great week y'all!

SGMKJ!

Is that all there is....................?

With shock I absorbed the news that Tim Russert died. Just keeled over at his desk while he was working, and...poof....

The first thought that went through my mind was: Nooo...he is not going to know how it ENDS.....

I am talking about the presidential election. He was so "into" it, he so thoroughly enjoyed the huge hubbub around this election. And now he won't even get to see the end of it!!!

My second thought was....

He's too young...58 is young!

He's gone....and I mean....gone.....poof!

I mean....

When someone that vital and that young just dies, well...it's just not right!
He just stops to exist. Gone, dust. In my own mind we become so darn insignificant when we die, especially when we die young.

I understand it when old people die, and when people pass away after a long illness.

But this?

We truly are just a tiny grain of sand in the big universe.

But...

What's it all about?

I recall reading Marie Curie's thoughts when she saw her beloved Pierre sprawled on a Paris street after he was run over by a carriage. She looked at the brain matter on the ground and tried to wrap her head around the fact that there was this man's brain, the brilliant scientist, that brain that thought about intricate stuff, made important discoveries.
All dissolved into nothingness.

I think about John and Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr. All stricken down in their prime.
All so exceptional, with such incredible potential.

I never watched The Sopranos. But I did catch the last episode.
The family at the table in a restaurant, sharing a meal, and then

Poof...nothing.....

Screen goes blank. Right in the middle of a sentence, a gesture. GONE.

Most viewers were pissed off, most people did not understand.

But I thought that ending was brilliant!

This is how it IS. Life just stops, when you're eating a bagel, reading a book.

And then there is nothing!

I know most people believe in an afterlife. Heaven, hell....

I just don't see that. I mean, picture it, billions of people in white robes crowding a huge space somewhere, living la vida loca.

And next door: hell, where the losers go to burn for eternity.

Of course the Catholic church did away with Purgatory a few years back. No more waiting room.

When I was in sixth grade, I asked our priest: where are the souls of the little babies who haven't been born yet?
I clearly remember him glancing at my teacher, Ms. Besselaer, the one with the piano legs, and he mulled it over for a little while.
He then said: they are waiting in Purgatory!!

So here I was, with my child's imagination, picturing a big cloud with little baby heads with blond curly hair and little wings sprouting from their necks, just waiting to be born.

Since Purgatory no longer exists, I wonder how the priest would answer me today.
Maybe we ran out of new souls? We're on our way out?

Pardon my irreverence, but this is how my mind works. I do not mean to be disrespectful.

SO....

My money is on reincarnation.

It makes perfect sense to me.

You live a good life, you get to come back and have a better life.
You screw up and you come back and pay the price. You have to correct your mistakes.

This cycle goes on until you've gotten it right, are enlightened, and are absorbed into the universe.

As for Tim Russert. Here was a man who loved his life. Did exactly what he wanted to do. Was a devout Catholic. Had a wonderful family. Had a job he just adored. A smart, kind man, loved and respected by his viewers and his co-workers, his friends.

If I am right about this reincarnation thing, I'll be sitting here in my nineties, watching yet another election, seeing the reborn Tim report with enthusiasm for the new and exciting black/female/gay democratic nominee for president of the United States.

And I'll be thinking, hey! I knew this guy way back then!


Have a wonderful weekend y'all

SGMKJ!

The Blok family's history

Here is a picture of my father's family. As close as I can figure, this picture was taken in 1923



My grandfather was born in 1890. Not sure where, but most likely in The Hague.
Grandmother was born in 1885, she was five whole years older. He was 18 when they married.

Grandmother (Oma) was the oldest of 24 children. From three different moms.
She was born in Leiden. A small town close to The Hague, and a very historic place.
The story is a little weak, but after someone died, problably mother numer three, most of the kids were put into an orphanage.
Oma was old enough to stay. Most likely to contribute to the family's coffers.

Oma was put to work at age ten. She was a maid of sorts at a 'rich' family's house.
Her boss lady would give her food and clothes to take home on occasion. I guess that was part of her pay.

One day she was walking home and saw a sign in a window: Help wanted. She was offered 25 cents more than she was making at the other place, so she took the job! :>)
She got in trouble for that at home, because she no longer would come home with the extra food and clothes.

I am getting all this information from my artsy fartsy aunt Annie. She is my father's youngest sister, and has always been a gal I could count on when things got rough, especially during my teen years. Annie is 83 now, still doing her artsy fartsy thing, and also doing the "email" thing :>)

Before 1925 Opa worked for the fire department. He drove a horse drawn fire truck, and apparently owned stock in the company. When the fire department planned to merge with the police department, he bought himself out. With the money he bought a small store, from which he sold vegetables and coal. Opa would go out with his horse and carriage, Oma would mind the store. The family lived in the rooms behind the store.

Opa sold mostly veggies, but the need for coal and anthracite was high in those days, so, being the smart dude he was, he sold that too. My aunt helped making bundles of kindling. She would break down small crates, and cut bike tire inserts into rubber bands and tied them together, sold them for 5 cents each.

They had five children: Ria, Karel, Koos number one, (who died very young) Koos number two, my father Antoon, and Annie.

(I will have to go up into the attic to find more cool pictures. Especially the one of Opa on his fire truck.)

Around 1928 the family moved to a very small dead end alley adjacent to the Royal Palace in The Hague. The family lived there all throughout the war and beyond, and my Opa died there in 1968.

When you see this place now you wonder how the heck that family ever existed in that house.
The bottom floor housed the carriage and the horse. Upstairs was a front room, a toilet, a hallway, a door to the stairs to the attic, and a backroom, which was used as the grown up's bedroom, and behind that backroom the tiniest kitchen in the world.

Teeny tiny granite sink, small stove. Not a lot of room for more than two people.
How did they do their laundry? How did they take baths???
The attic was divided into three rooms. The outer rooms (under the roof) were for the girls. The boys slept in the middle. The roof was so bad, that in some winters, they would wake up with snow on their beds. All the boys slept in the same bed as well!

The oldest girl, Ria, never married. She had a congenital heart problem and was always very weak and sickly. However, she was a force to reckon with. She worked at the Red Cross, she accompanied sick people to Lourdes. She was a saint herself. She died when she was only 50 years old.

Ria was an artist too. She could draw gorgeous pictures of flowers, birds and butterflies. She had this huge box of color pencils. In my child's eye it seemed like there were hundreds of different colors in that box. She also collected post cards. After she died all that stuff disappeared. Something that really upset me, as I would have loved to have been able to look at all those pictures. She also had quite a collection of art books, some of which she wouldn't let me look at, probably too racy with nudes (ohmygosh!) and promised I could see them when I grew up.
Unfortunately she was gone by the time I turned 18, and the books also disappeared.

The next sibling was Karel. He was a jolly fellow with a big ole family. A really boisterous bunch. Loud, busy, fun. His wife Nellie was a very quiet and meek woman, he was a concierge/caretaker at a lyceum/college in town. They lived in a wonderful ancient little house connected to the school. His children were wonderful. We always had great fun when we were all visiting Opa's house, playing in the attic, running around downstairs where the horse and cart were. Playing on the small back patio where chickens and rabbits were being raised.

My aunt Karel and aunt Nellie passed away, and I have not had any contact with the cousins since I moved to the USA, except one. Story on that later.


The next son was Koos number two, als know as Jack. He married way out of his culture, to a lady from Wassenaar, once and still a rather posh area of The Hague with beautiful mansions and forests. She was a seamstress at a haute couture store.

An odd pair, but nevertheless a pair made in heaven. The moved to Canada with the promise of the good life in the 1950s. They worked their butts off in the first ten years. Life in Canada was not as rosy as his in-laws promised. It must have been quite the culture shock for both of them, but mostly for my aunt.

They finally settled in Banff, Alberta, where they built their own house. My aunt Mieke worked as the head of the linen room in the local hospital, and my uncle worked for the a large hotel there, and later also for the hospital as a civil engineer. They both passed away a decade ago, Quietly. My aunt had a sister there in Canada, and my parents tried to stay close. We were all together for the last time in 1983 in Washington, when Bugs was born, when my parents came to visit us, and my aunt and uncle drove down from Alberta as well. Their passing almost went unnoticed, due to lack of communication from the in laws. So sad!

Then there is my father....you know his story...:>)

And my artsy fartsy aunt Annie. She married out of her culture too...:>)
She married a soldier who was stationed in Indonesia (which they still call Indië)
They were pen pals for about 3 years. When he came home they were engaged. Married four years later.
They have two children, Marcel and Wilma.
My uncle worked for a bank all his life, worked himself up the ladder and they were the only ones in our family who were able to BUY a house, BUY a car, way back when only the very well to do were able to.

I still communicate with them, and even managed to visit them when I was in Holland in February. It was so good to see them again.

So there you have it, a sketch, if you will, of my father's family.

I am sure the stories will follow, as I delve into thoughts about these folks.
Hey! Perhaps one of my Blok cousins will pop up, like my cousin from OZ did! :>)

One thing I can say. My mother's family was a few notches up the ladder culture wise, from my father's family.

Strange, but true. The remnants of those cultures still surface sometimes.

And now I am going to try and do a few things around the house before Boo-boo wakes up.

OH!

Newsflash!

Yesterday she worked on standing up all by herself, not hanging on to anything. She was sitting on the floor, tried and tried, and then....she stood...She did it about five times.
We all YEAHHH!!!-ed and clapped our hands...

and then.....she took 5 little steps!!!

Wheelie laughed, I cried...

We didn't tell Bugs, as we want her to have that particular experience herself.

Low and behold, she told us this morning that Boo-boo now stands up all by her self!

WOW!

:>)



SGMKJ!

Monday

Good morning y'all!

We spent an absolutely quiet weekend.

Not moving.

Not going outside.

Just sitting on our asses.

I am excited about Barack Obama winning the Democratic nomination.

The way things are here, things can only improve.

It is time for a major change.

Gasoline now $4.25 a gallon. Still cheaper than in Europe, but it is wreaking major havoc with our economy. The cost of living will be so high soon that most seniors and middle class folks will not be able to afford milk, or other foods.
It will be quite a feat for us in that group to keep the A/C going during heat waves, and the heaters during the cold winters.

After I pay all my regular bills every month, whatever is left I divide into the days until next payday. Whenever we go without spending any money for a day I place a big red ZERO on my calendar. The more Zeros, the more proud I am for not spending money on one hand. On the other hand it's pretty damn pathetic.

It's funny. All through my adult life I've been around/or married to, record people.
So in times of being broke, we always had some LPs to sell.

We're still doing it now. The LPs are gone, but now it's time for the CDs.

:>)

Thank goodness for Ebay! It keeps me busy, and it makes us a few bucks.

This is not a particularly interesting post, but I am still working on thoughts about new stories.

Have a great day y'all. Stay cool.

SGMKJ!

I will survive! :>)

My apologies for not writing for over a week.

My sincere thanks for those of you who figured something was up, and wrote me. Thanks for your support and for caring.

I'm not going to explain last week. When all was said and done it was just one of those potholes you run into now and then. It was a nasty pothole this time.

So we're off to a new start. I've made a few decisions.

There aren't many things I can change, some stuff I'll just have to grin and bear.

But.

I will no longer bug/try to offer help-make suggestions to Bugs about her living situations. She is an adult, she made her bed, she needs to learn how to handle the problems that pop up in her life.
Good ole Mom is tired, I've been like a sponge, sucking up all the worries and the problems, even if I couldn't do anything about it.
I have to just take care of ME for a change.

We're broke, I was able to consolidate whatever credit cards we had left to pay off, and I closed them all except for the American Express card. I do need that safety valve in case I need to make a run to Holland.

So with no credit cards to "borrow" from, I will have to be extremely frugal.

I know I can do it.

I've expressed my fears, my problems, with Wheelie, but it's like talking to a wall. I know he feels bad, but he just can't help. He's leaving it all up to me. I had better get used to it, it won't be getting any better, he won't change. It's not his fault, he's dealing with his own demons.

If I play my cards right I can swing the financial crap every month. In February I will be able to receive Social Security early. Not a whole lot, but it will make a heap of difference. I might even be able to get some form of health insurance for myself until Medicare kicks in (at age 65) Unless of course, our new president comes up with a terrific health plan in the meantime.

We can hope, can't we?

So here we are, Thursday again.
We just got back from the Toddler Reading program at our library. Boy, those kids are growing! Most of them are walking now. It is fun to compare notes. Watch them grow from lumps of babies to toddlerhood.

Boo-boo was very tired when we got home so I popped her in bed. If she has a good long nap, I might take them shopping this afternoon. We need a few groceries.


The weather is brutal. Already hovering around 90° and going up as time goes on.

In the coming weeks I am planning on touching stories about my father's side of the family.

So until then. Thanks again, hang in there, and be good to yourself.

SGMKJ!