When I wrote I'd talk about Kris' house again I didn't think I'd be back there so soon, but my mom was in a hurry to make her transition, and after all the hospital visits and nursing home time I can totally understand her wanting to move on.

So it was a different drive this time back to Kris' house, a feeling of release, of peace this time. I was to stay for several days with Kris and her husband, Steve, as my family homestead was full with sisters and their families. It was nice to stay with my dear and oldest friend.

This whole experience has taught me how dear people are, how comforting they can be, how blessed I am to have the friends and family, (and clients too) I have; how life breezes by, like a landscape out the window of your family car when you're a kid.

So here are some more views of our stay this time. Richard was able to join me, it was so much fun to share their home with him. We sat on the porch every night in rocking chairs, drinking hot tea on cool mountain nights, talking, sharing stories. Kris is one of the best story tellers I know, making me laugh even during this poignant time. It was healing and nurturing at the deepest level.

She has a narrow space between two doors in her family room where old family pics reside pinned to the wall:



Here's a view of an old dry sink she refinished and used as a cabinet in the guest bathroom. We were blessed to have the hydrangeas everywhere from an ancient shrub outside:



And last, like Ned, Miss Celie runs the place. Her tiny body and large paws make her a quick and accurate hunter. A poor headless chipmunk was testimony to her skills out in the workshop (I won't show you that part):



Glad to be back, but always looking forward to more visits with old friends.