I've been straight for almost three years, Damn does that help. I got enough money ahead to buy a little house over behind the watertower. It's only a a two bedroom, built in the late forties I think. The neighborhood is a little run down but my neighbors are great. I really need a new roof and paint, but what the hell. I love it, it's the inly thing I ever really owned. When I die I wanta to be buried under the crab apple tree in the back yard. I don't want to die in winter I want to die when that tree has flowers on it so the pedals can fall on my grave.
I'm still building Complaint bike frames/ Most of them are cyclocross bikes now. A got a couple of awards and now I cannot keep up. That's ggood unless it gets too bad. I'm trying to keep up but it's hard.
I'm getting over Craig dying and I'm starting to think about men again. A lot. Mybe it's time to scrub the grease from my nails and wear a bra agin. ;-)
And I gotta a dog. He's an old pug that showed up about a month ago. I call him Budster. I don't know where that came from but it just seems to fit him. He don't take shit from nobody. Sort a like me. I like him a lot.
I got to get to the paint booth now. See you soon.
Fair Rosamund Ostrud