My late brother’s widow has changed from one of the most intelligent people you would likely ever meet. About last March, she became confused and since then, her mental capacity has dropped off a cliff. My dear little wife is no blood relation but has taken the role of caretaker. She tried to take care of her in her house and when that didn’t work she moved her into our house. That ended pretty quickly when my SIL found me planting some flowers on the side of our house and demanded who had given me permission to tear out her roses and replace them with other plants and she wouldn’t pay for any of it. She’s in a memory care facility and still in decline…


“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.”
Kaywoodie