My fingers hurt from the needlepoint so maybe pottery is a better choice to start the new beginnings. Wouldn't that be the shits? You get this far in life and you dingle/dawdle on some time-filler as the meaning of life now. OK, so the make-out/O-tingles are put away in the closet - - you don't have to be all monastic monk about things to do. Truth is, nothing's changed from the Rio/ Tahoe/hit-the-penny adventures in the days of yore except the dick took a sabbatical maturity demands some attention and that's what we're giving - - attention. I'll let you in on a little secret,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, nothing's really changed. I just love life so-o much with this person that cancer can't even change anything. Another hurdle in the marathon called "I FOUND her !!" Everyone should be so lucky. Life as it is still rings the dreamboat bell. So it gets bumpy, big deal. Miss Callahan would be smiling, knowing this was possible. OK, the details get messy and new methods are added but geez-o-man, this is life that doesn't need sky diving or needlepoint to fill-in where hoo-ha and wasn't-that-the-BEST? used to be. We're both good here so find the next needy guy and take care of him like you took care of me, God. hot today & wonderful