The personal journal of a woman in the third age of her life.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Wheelbarrow with hole
The kitchen is bare of furnishings. My desk top computer is disassambled and sitting on my dining room table. Putting a price on a majority of my worldly possessions takes a lot of thinking. I thought my wheel barrow was worth $25, on second examination it wasn't worth anything. I considered myself fortunate when Sandra and her husband took it off my hands.