Bill's Musings

      15,629 days ago, I laid down my head in my bed, a bed I shared with my brother. It was our first night on our new house, one my father built. It was July 3^rd, 1971, a Saturday night. My dad had, incredibly, built this home from scratch, the first time he ever tackled a job like this, in just over 4 months, while also working for the Royal Canadian Air Force full time. It wasn’t complete yet, but it was complete enough. And as I laid there, my dad came in and took our picture. I remember that like it was yesterday.

     Tonight, my wife and two sons and three dogs are about to have our first of many sleeps back at this very same home. We have been preparing, painting, renovating, planning, and slowly moving things and setting them up as we went…