Okay, our stuff is now in East Texas. At least most of it is. The movers dumped everything here about a week ago - in the dark. And, I have been in the dark ever sense. I can’t find anything, but I do know that what ever I’m looking for will show up in a box sooner or later. Sooner, means I have to unpack faster, so I’m guessing later will be when I find most of the stuff I needed yesterday.
My evaluation of moving is that it’s like going through a tornado; you are in a different place, you don’t know where you are and you hope you find something useful.
I have noticed that during the past two weeks that the world has kept on turning at the same pace and nothing has changed. Dang it. I’d hoped that after being out of touch there would be something new.
As you might expect, for the next few missives will certainly highlight some of the adventures in our new land. After all, Texas is like a whole other country.
East Texas is a world of it’s own.
PMO
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