Brooklyn update:  Everyone is settled in at home and is learning that you can't travel hither and yon with a tiny peanut of a child.  A friend pointed out that she would be the size of a bag of sugar... Goddess, that IS tiny... Seems as if the drama has settled down in PA for the moment.  As I was responding to someone's journal on here, the topic of books being written arose.  I admit, I don't remember what she said she was calling her book, but I came up with a brilliant title for mine.  I plan to edit and combine journals I've kept since I moved to the farm, and here is what I quickly found in my brain as responding to the journal: A Journal on White Buffalo Farmor better yet!Life in Cow Country:  Crazy Relatives Just Far Enough Away What do you all think?  Even I recognize now that my journal last night was in response to the dramatic phone call from my Mom.  She always has a gift for getting me started, and once in a while, I don't catch myself.  Heck, I wrote a journal, made it private, then posted a watered down version.  You know, you'd never guess that I came from such a boringly sane family as they've all gone just about crazy now. Soon, the Spring will arrive and life will have much more meaning.  We've had a few wonderful days of excellent food as my brother-in-law is here and always brings marvelous things for me to cook:  Ribeyes, Pork Chops (really nice ones), and Shrimp...  Tomorrow night, I'll whip something together from my meager offerings, but I'm sure it will be wonderful!  Plus, Guy will be working a job next week (more heavy equipment operation), so we'll have money for the electric and some decent groceries afterall (winter is always slim at best).  I may even manage something toward the property taxes which will be the next big thing... Oh, my entire world is looking up tonight, and I'm happy that life is settling into normalcy...