TRIPPIN' THURSDAY
A few years back, we retired from the day jobs. You followed our farm experiment on Tortuga Thursdays for three years, but we sold the farm. We traded in the little RV for a bigger one, but we aren’t ready to hit the road fulltime. What comes next? We’re not sure. It's all about transition these days. These are...
The In-Between Years
In-Between
Years has meant in-between cities and decisions over the last few weeks…
Son explaining national anthem to his daughter |
We
were in Phoenix for a couple of reasons. Christmas is coming up so we took care
of a surprise for several people in the family. I can’t say what just in case
they read this post. It’s really cool, and I’ll share in January. We spent a
couple of days with our son and family, and we all took in
a Diamondback’s
game. Great game. Go DBacks!
Me with DIL and GD |
Prescott…well,
you know I go there all the time to see Mom.
Jerome…what
a fantastic time I had. My sister took me there for my birthday, which was a
few months back. On the right of this blog, under Index, click on the word Jerome to see
more pictures of our trip.
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Standin' on the corner... |
FDW
and I went to Winslow for the day to visit friends who leave the Ranch for half
the year. We had lunch and of course had to stand on the corner with Glenn
Frey.
Decisions…some
made, some still in limbo. When we sold the farm, our household stuff went into
storage. Then it went to our son’s home because he’d rented a portable storage
unit that had space. Some of it went in there, and some into his house. Now, he’s
moving his family to Tucson. I said, “let’s sell all of it.” FDW said, “hold
on.” We reached an impasse. I handle the budget and have refused to rent
another storage facility. He managed to sell our antique clock, antique camera,
but the coffee and end tables are still on the market. And what to do with the rest? I was still pushing to
sell when our son proclaimed they’ve rented a house big enough (3 car garage)
to handle our “stuff.”
I
guess our stuff is going to live in Tucson. That’s all I’m saying, but can I
whisper crazy?