Noticed the size of the time gap between thoughts; here’s a quick rundown of how that time got away from me. A couple trips which included the 10day one south which covered nearly a week w/the folks. If I get around to it I’ll add in much more detail around that; it was such a great trip it deserves some space, recognition and permanence. This was the second leg of their summer trip (first to the Colorado brother) and they were exhausted by the time they got here. Of course our running them around didn’t allow for much time to re-energize but we were so excited to have them for so many days we simply wanted to go and do all day every day. We were hit-n-miss on things to do; again some were of limited choice as the weather was unseasonably dry and warm even for mid-June. Possibly the highlight was when we went over to relatives (my second cousins + family) in the neighborhood. It still boggles my mind that we landed literally a six minute drive away from some of my family…..without even knowing it. Around 25 years post my first trip to Tucson (which was chronicled in a high-school paper/summer vacation review) I land just a couple miles from those very relatives we visited when I was a kid. Surely there’s got to be a little something to that?
Once they were off the house was at a near virtual stand-still. It was oddly quiet. I went back to my day job; the pups lost some playmates and Ames was back to the grind. Melancholy. Which was quickly broken by the discovery of a burst pipe ~~ fast forward that and we still have two holes (I need to patch) in the wall and the realization it’s tough to manage a project like that from across the country. Nudge nudge. A little more talk about ‘what’s it look like if we do this; what’s it look like if we do that under those circumstances.’
A return trip in which much more time was the relatives and a calming that we may be near a decision. A few more days and I’m back in the Midwest with the final decision and now a mere handful of days before it’s complete. Still nearly surreal. While my patience is growing thin, my sleep continues to run into a variety of roadblocks (some self-induced), my emotions over leaving a handful of incredibly strong support groups—cleverly disguised as friends, I’m lumbering forward as I have with so many other moves in my life. A little jagged, a little dysfunctional, a little less clean than I’d like. Nonetheless it’s happening and that means a couple things: 1) lots more mundane life stories to dump and 2) a possible recheck of naming conventions…soon no more trax to be left in the Midwest.