Report from the Love Shack

Look closely. My head is in there somewhere.

Love changes everything.

And yes, I'm doing a sort of high wire dance--grieving the loss of Dan while falling in love. It's difficult and strange at times. My footing slips and I fall, but I don't hit the ground.

It turns out that going into my fourth year as a caregiver is not so bad. Caregiving is how I met this man I love. He's a caregiver for his father and due to some mutual friends on Facebook, he began reading my blog. Email addresses were exchanged, Skype was launched, and plane tickets have been purchased (he lives in Indiana.)

So I've been busy tapping out emails and looking through my laptop screen into a beautiful pair of eyes. But stay tuned. Soon there will be beach reports, more news from Pillville, and I'll get caught up with all of you. Thanks for the kind wishes

And I think a couple of you were wondering about the dance partner. We're still dancing. We're just not going to tango.

Oh by the way, my mom is doing just fine.