Downsizing and Building in Your 60’s and 70’s
After my husband, Danny, and I had retired and reached our 60’s, we realized that it was time for us to declutter and downsize our home as well as our possessions we didn’t need that we had accumulated for many years. One of the reasons that we came to this conclusion was after helping with the caretaking for my parents over many years, I had a few years to think about my future as well as the future of my family. Danny had some health problems right…
Independence Day
First and foremost, Happy Independence Day to you. So we’re here and we’ve all made it. Happy happy happy birthday America! You are now officially 250 years old. Let’s be glad and rejoice together. I remember when I was a young kid and we were celebrating our country’s bicentennial birthday in 1976. It’s so hard to believe that it’s already been 50 years. Wow, how the time flies when you’re having fun and I’ve been having lots evidently…
A Builder/Owner’s Perspective on Living in a Multi-Generational Home
I had the opportunity to build a new home for my parents in 2012 so they could relocate to Gloucester, Virginia. That home was three homes down on the same street that Stephanie and I had purchased in 2007 when we moved to Gloucester. It was a home that I built with love and my parents absolutely loved that home. They always took great care and attention to their home while they lived there. However, we talked about the challenges, future…
Allergies, Spring Cleaning and Preventative Maintenance
It’s that time of the year again. Soccer, teeball, coach pitch, baseball, softball, fishing, sore throats, congestion, sneezing, coughing, runny noses and itchy eyes. While it doesn’t affect us all the same, I’m in the first category as many of you that I have seen around town. I try to prepare each allergy season to make it through just like everyone else but it is what it is.
Curveballs Into Blessings
Oftentimes, life throws you proverbial curveballs. Sometimes, we win some and sometimes we lose some.
As a young boy, my dad and I would go in the backyard after he got home from a hard day’s work at the shipyard. I vividly remember coming home from school and being so eager for him to teach me how to pitch each day behind our brick rancher under the maple tree…