Holding My Breath

Life as we know it is about to get crazy again. (Again?) Ricky is flying to Orlando today. Our oldest, a casualty of the sluggish Florida tourist industry, is moving back to Texas. Dad and daughter will fill up a truck and drive it and her car back home in a couple of days. They should be pretty closely bonded at the end of that experience - packing, loading, cleaning and driving 1200 miles with an apartment full of stuff and a cat.

We are excited about having her closer to us again so she can be part of things more than once or twice a year. Another positive side effect is the clean garage we have now in anticipation of storing her stuff and the clean garage we'll have again when she eventually gets settled into a job and an apartment. I'm also curious to find out if those "fore-arm forklifts, as seen advertised on TV" are all they're cracked up to be. If they are, I can't wait to rearrange our furniture!

Anyway, at least for a while, we'll be a household of two "mature" adults, two young adults, a teenager, a dog, three cats and a business office. The only thing missing is the revolving door.