I haven't written for so long, it's feeling pretty bare here at Flight Song. But now I'd like to tell you a love story.

A request for prayer fits right in it. My grandson who got himself into trouble, completes his probation time in just twenty more days. I believe he's learned much from this, but like many almost grown up boys and girls, he may need to learn some more. I think he and his Dad are trying hard to work together. Please pray for both of them.

But I started out to tell you a love story. I'm sure you know about Barb at A Chelsea Morning taking such good care of her grandson, while waiting for his brother or sister to arrive. And who hasn't read about Bev at Scratchin The Surface, making another trip down South to help Sarah at In The Midst Of It, get through another tough time. The last reports on all of them sound like everyone's alright. So what could ever be going on here that's nearly as interesting.

I am much too old to consider one more unwise romance, or moving somewhere remote; you know, sudden impulse things like that. But there are laws that protect the right to do other things, and so I did one of them. Today I bought myself a house.

It's not huge, but how much room do I need? and if I want it to feel spacious, all I'll have to do is look outside at the several trees someone planted a long time ago. Work on the house is needed, and a son who does that very well is helping me figure out what's first on the list.

Another son and his outstanding partner are already planning how to help. She'll be steam cleaning carpet, and helping in many ways, while he checks all sorts of things, especially the electrical. The grandson I mentioned earlier will help his Dad clean out gutters, and trim trees, and do inside painting. Our Lord clearly knew what He was doing, when he sent me all those children.

Tomorrow we'll begin all this by replacing outdoor locks and keys. I'll need some new items, like an ergonomic snow shovel, but even that is helped out by the hundred dollar Home Depot gift certificate the realtor suprised me with.

Neighbors I've met are friendly. I think I'll be needing a lot of Halloween goodies. Three children and their Grandma made it a point to introduce themselves. One young boy emphatically told me "Congratulations on getting the house!" A young Mom and children live next door. And there are others I've yet to meet. An elementary school is down the street in one direction, and a Middle school close by, the other way.

One of my sons tried to give me a dog, and Bev, at Scratchin The Surface thinks I need to get a cat, but I'm declining their good intentions. I think they want me to feel safe, and not be lonely. I did get a cat, sort of. It's in a lovely frame, and looks like stitchery Barb, at A Chelsea Morning would do. Some say I have a weird sense of humor, but when I saw that self appointed arrogant cat outstaring me, I had a belly laugh all to myself, as other shoppers walked by. I hope no one misunderstands this humor, but right beside that creature with claws that can scratch things, it says "Why are you here", "and what can I do to change that"? I am thinking of hanging it in the kitchen, near the electrical can opener. Isn't that where cats like hanging out.

Can you imagine how much more holidays, or the ordinary everyday ones will be again, with all that childlike wonder close around. Getting the house was a good business move. I got a huge break in the deal, but I am richer, in ways dollars cannot measure, when I see this love story happening.