It's been more than a year since my last blog post. Things got difficult around here and I found that I just didn't want to talk about it. So just exactly has been happening here. To start with in the fall of 2015 our dear little dog Oliver was diagnosed with a serious autoimmune disease.
We were given hope that if we could get the flair-up to subside, he had a chance to live if not a full life span at least a good many years more. Sadly he did not respond well to the milder meds and was put on really heavy duty stuff. Sadly the meds destroyed his bone marrow and he passed away in early 2016.
The house felt pretty lonely without Oliver so for my birthday I received this little guy. His name is Nicholas because he is a Christmas baby.
Although he is very peaceful here, he was a bit of a challenge. I have honestly never had such an energetic, mischievous puppy, but it's getting better. He is slowly learning the rules and becoming more civilized each day.
This summer my husband and I decided that our home just wasn't working for us. The house was fine and we loved living near our son and family, but the neighborhood had gone downhill and a few of our neighbors had become intolerable. We sold our house and moved in October. It was very stressful because the house sold a week and the house we were going to buy didn't work so we were in a bit of a panic. We did finally find a house, but the whole move depended on a series of steps that very nearly didn't fall in to line. We are in our new home now and it's beginning to feel like home. Of course there are many things left to do, like paint and other decorating tasks, as well as a yard to put in. We are taking it step by step and will eventually get there.
This is Nicholas a few days after we moved. It was very scary for him, but he adjusted fairly quickly.
Right around the time we were moving my younger sister called and said she had lung cancer. She had surgery and it was turned out it was an infection rather than cancer. We were all encouraged thinking that an infection was much more treatable than cancer. That didn't turn out to be the case and Tena passed away eight days before Christmas. As my brother(the oldest sibling)expressed, the youngest child shouldn't be the one to die first. We are all missing her greatly.
I must say I'm glad to see 2016 pass and am hoping for a much better year in 2017.
I have been able to get some quilting done this year, but this post is getting very long so I will save that for the next post.