One of the realities of a certain age is the death of peers. Though Frode probably wasn't technically a peer, he certainly was a friend. With him included I've lost four peers recently, two of whom died in their sleep. It's the funeral of one of those friends who has brought me to The Little House. His funeral is tomorrow with burial in Joanne's cemetery Monday. Wednesday I'll return to the OFH to attend the funeral Thursday of the other friend who died in his sleep. I'll write more about them in subsequent blogs.
This is the first visit to The Little House since I left before Christmas. All is well in the house and my neighbor even shoveled the little snowbank on the sidewalk. It's clear that Kaia remembers the routine here. After returning to the OFH I'll stay there through Easter and a bit beyond to celebrate a family birthday. There was a stretch about 100 miles to the east of the house where the ground was white with snow..
Takk for alt,
Al
The Little House with the green grass of summer.
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