Oil Can!

I wish I were the Tinman and all I needed to get my joints going good as new was a bit of oil.

I went to a silent dinner on Friday with a friend, it is a group of people who sign getting together to chat. It was so great to get my hands moving and express myself. I sign some with my work but it just is not enough to keep my skills sharp. I will definitely be going more regularly and when I finally get a chance to visit up north I will not be so ashamed to see old friends having let my signing slip away.

It meant leaving Jorge home alone which is a bit strange, being we spend most of our time together these last two years. Hard to think back it was not so long ago we lived over 1000 miles apart. Sometimes we take for granted the simple moments that were once so precious but its what happens when one is able to spend our lives together. At least we know how lucky we are.