Hello Friends,
"Blood, Sweat and Tears" not the "Jazz Rock Group the idiom: Two years in Pennsylvania and a Year and a half in my 93-year-old home in the quaint Boyertown with mountains and farms close by (and a lot of nature) just what I need. Caregiving keeps me from taking mental health relaxing rides into the countryside. Whenever I bought a new house (new or old) I had to put BST into the transition. No difference here except my role as a caregiver takes priority so I am relegated to more of a hantyman.
The house needs maintenance of course and some modifications to accommodate my wife with Alzheimer's. We share one common trait we are tough and refuse to yield to adversity. So my role as a housekeeper, pet minder, bookkeeper bill payer, and caregiver for my wife does require literally Blood Sweat, and Tears.
Yet, I can squeeze a little time to write songs and a blog, and, sometimes watch my favorite British television programs.
Yes I get frustrated, worn out, and flirt with anger, but my center of gravity is LOVE.