Jean, my 82-year-old friend, is losing it.
I'm sad to see it. Her memory is kicking her butt, and her attitude is getting worse -- she's bossier than ever. This winter may be the last one she can stay on her own in the log cabin she built out on her fifteen acres. The cabin was a kit from the factory, the logs pre-trimmed and numbered to fit... Sign in to see full entry.