Dear Life, Tracy, my daughter, and I are having fun with friends, hanging at home, riding around in the car, getting lost in minerals and crystals at The Ark, drinking Mexican Hot Chocolate at Kakawa, and being silly at breakfast discussing “hot men” (excuse us for our digression). Today Tracy meets a friend in ABQ and Sunday morning runs a half-marathon. I’m putting a request into the weather Gods to lighten up on the storm fronts. Major wind, rain, hail, snow up north, thunder and lightening. This is what loving each other looks like.
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose