Oh naughty me...calling slash naming the old homestead "the funny farm" may not be nice huh?
But it is true. Mother has gotten to the place of talking to herself continually. Scares the hell out of me. That could be good. Every time I catch myself talking to myself I STOP! Big red stop sign... even tho I rather enjoy having someone to talk to when living alone. doi. Well anyway I went there today AGAIN.... self abuse ..... but today was better than usual...I came out with some goods of food. Clean unsprayed apples, tomatoes, carrots, pears, forgot the green beans....all from the funny farm. The place I was raised. The place.........never mind. Do the tomatoes make up for it? Nope. But it is what it is. And time passes, sometimes passes us by and then we die. Lighten Up....aint nothin goin on at the cemetery...not even anything bad ....ha
