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So, in the time that we fled Massachusetts and I was forced to make the choice between my family and my career, I have taken time to look at the list of things we all have in our head which I call my ”Ought-a”, I ought-a do this, I ought-a do that...but I never have the time.

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So, I just finally logged into my blog to see how much time has slipped by since the last entry and I realize it is coming up on a year. I am amazed to mark the time and wonder how I have survived. The kids are playing out back and laughing and happy. I am trying to convey all that has happened to our family since the last entry in July of 2009, as the true nightmare began not long after that and it is just now that I feel like I can breathe. So, in my usual format I will take you through our journey and bring you up to date in snippet form.

Well we are fast approaching the middle for July and it is almost as if I can see the summer slipping by. The field behind the house was hayed yesterday. The process began in the early morning with the hay being cut, laid to dry in the sun, was tetted and then raked and baled by sundown. It is just before sun up the following morning and a gentle rain is falling on the field and I can now clearly see where the corn has been planted for silage for the fall.

Well it is approaching April and we headed to the Beach House last night. The sleepy New England beach town is still covered in snow and the yard I thought I would be able to get cleaned up is far from awake. The boys slept longer than usual as did I. I always sleep better up here with the ocean air less than 2 blocks away.

So I used to think that there were 2 things in a little boy’s arsenal that could leave you swearing in the middle of the night after you stepped on it a matchbox and a Lego. Well, there are new dangers from a toy, seemingly smooth, round and innocent a Bahukgan. Well that is until you find out that during your 3 a.m. trip to the bathroom these little jewels with their little weapons lie open on the bathroom floor complete with their little spears and you step down on one and draw a pint of blood and more than a few choice words from me.

So I find myself with a few minutes between conference calls and the like while Bryce is working with his teacher to gather my thoughts and continue writing about this journey. I am calling it a journey as the ground is to uncertain right now t calls it anything else and we just keep moving it along. So, how are you all?