|There is no dust in my mother's house.|
|There isn't much light inside my mother's house.|
|See what I mean?|
|The tree always looks the same at my mother's house.|
|See what I mean? My mother's house, 2009.|
|Year after year, we all sit in the same spot at my mother's house.|
|This is Brother Mike's spot on Christmas day at my mother's house. (By the way, the best gifts in life are free. Classic car calendar courtesy of my insurance agent.)|
|My mother's house has limited connectivity. Very limited. Almost none existent.|
But at my mother's cold, dust-free, never changing, dark, unconnected house, everyone gets what they wished for!
|A bag & a box full of beautiful |
Hope your Christmas was what you wished for. Sorry for the blog silence. As I said, there was limited connectivity at my mother's house!