How do you eat an Elephant?
That’s really an odd question if you think about it. I mean. If you remembered, wouldn’t you have remembered not to forget? Just a thought. Of course all of my blogs start with a thought. Life starts with a thought. So tonight I’m thinking about all the times I've had to fix or do things without any help. Since I became unmarried, there have been many times when there was no one available to help. I mean I’ve had some great neighbors and some family, but like tonight. There wasn’t anyone. I remember during the divorce process when I was cleaning out two storage buildings. One of them was so full that I had to hurry and close the door before something fell out. I got frustrated and I threw my hands up in the air and ever so gracefully shouted, “I am not a man!” I’m sure that was news to everyone. Ha! But the point is that I had to suck it up and take one part at a time. My mother always said, “How do you eat an elephant?” Of course all sorts of smart alec comments came to mi