Scat!

Far too much has changed in my life since I last posted to explain. Nutshell and not in order: Bill and I got a divorce, Twister the one-eyed-wonder horse died at the ripe old age of 31, my son William got married to a wonderful woman, I took up hammock camping, I moved - thrice - and now own a cute, slightly eclectic blue and purple house in Placerville (I opened the front door and my friend M laughed and said, "What's with the Willy Wonka door?"), I bought a Jeep, I had a cancer scare and major surgery (no cancer - only pre- cancer), I learned to ride a motorcycle (not as easy as I expected), I stopped drinking - Hahahahahaha NOT! Where was I? Right.

And now Bob and I are buying a 26 foot Nonsuch catboat named...Scat. Oh, wait. Did I mention Bob?