Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes....

My brain is mush. The whirlpool of change has sucked me in, pulled me under, and I am swimming like a crazy person to keep my head above water. Notice the lapse between now and my last post. There's a reason for that.

Thursday August 25 in my planner is marked--Dad --> San Diego.

Thursday September 1 in my planner is marked--Day 1 House Listed.

Sunday September 4 in my planner is marked--Take Mom to SeaTac--11:20am to San Diego.

Yup. Mom and Dad are relocating to SoCal. A more central location, closer to the bulk of the family, a break for me, less strain on Dad's pension, the opportunity for Mom and Dad to live together--all remarkably sensible and logical reasons.

I have a ToDo list that is longer than I am tall. I'm numb. I don't know how to feel. I wonder when I will.

Dad gives me big hug at least once a day and tells me how much he's going to miss me, and the mountains, and the trees, and the dogs. I tell him he'll be able to get great Mexican food whenever he wants. A feeble attempt to bolster his enthusiasm.