Tomorrow would have been Carol's 58th birthday! I really need an older sister to hit 58 before I do, it makes it not seem old when someone you used to swing on the swings with is 58 first. Carol used to love Japanese anything. I will have to talk to Mom about the violin playing, I have a dim memory of her playing the violin when we lived in Los Angeles. We ran in the desert searching for lizards and little beds of clay. When I needed to know anything, it was Carol who informed me. The other day I did it again, thought, "Oh, Carol will know." It was great of Chrissy to find the Hercules song for me. That helps a lot, to have a sister left who cares about me like I care about her. I guess that is the important thing. You can't help but mourn those who are gone, but thank goodness that there are two of us left.
There was a closet that I needed gone in the new house. I wanted the space opened. So while Samantha and Bryan finished painting downstairs, Calvin, Daniel and Bruce knocked it down. Now it is really open. I like space.
