My husband and I live in a small house that his parents lived in when he was born. We have been working on it for almost two years trying to make it home and still getting his parents things out and our things in. It has ben a job. His Dad died over three years ago and left the house FULL of junk. What a mess it has been. My Husband became ill and we had to move here. He is at least back to work now, but had to go back to an entry level postion. He is doing better and that is what is important. I have not had a job, but now I have been looking for one. It is really hard when you get older, but I am sure something will come along. We always get by and I am a creative sort and try to look on the sunny side. This body can't do the work that my brain is able to do unfortunately. Well, the brain isn't that great either anymore. hahaha!
