I fell in love with an old house. A very old house. 1850 kind of old. It stole my heart (and possibly my mind as well - at least the rational thinking part of my mind). A very long divorce made it necessary to sell the house that I loved. Now I begin again. On my own. With my daughters and my little dog who is my constant partner and my imagination of what could be. I am taking on this old house which I realize is almost a metaphor for where I am in my life --- a bit broken - craving some attention and looking for revival. As I take on each project to come I will be polishing myself off too. Soon both this old house and I will be ready to take on the world again and greet the future with a smile.