My father would be 99 years old today. It’s hard to comprehend. That’s the kind of span of time that seems appropriate for a history book but not for a personal experience.
I wanted to say a lot more about this anniversary, and maybe I will later, but that’s going to have to be all for now. Leah and I closed the sale of our old house last Wednesday and moved into an unfinished house – no doors, no trim, no kitchen. We worked to move out last Tuesday until the sun was nearly up, and we have been so busy since that I am exhausted. Almost all we own is still packed in boxes around the house and in the garage. I have not found the box we use for internet connectivity, so I am typing this on my iPad at our local IHOP. Once things settle down a little I will be back with more.
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Loyal. Trustworthy. Sometimes with fleas.
99 years is truly hard to comprehend. Time seems to speed up as we get older. Roger is going to be 74 tomorrow. 74! Where has the time gone? I’ve been wondering how things have been going there. Hope it all settles down and starts to feel like home soon.
I, too, (like Robin Andrea) have been wondering how the move was going and you’ve enlightened us; thank you. You haven’t been posting much, so I figured it was related to the sale and move.
Good to know that you’re not paying two mortgages. You’ll eventually find the important items and may wonder why you moved some of the other stuff.
Ninety and nine. Culturally speaking, that was a long time ago.
Robin — It’s beginning to feel like home. It’s a little strange to walk up the road and pass our old house.
Scott — We have been so busy it’s been hard to get around to the blog.
Minnie — We are wondering why we moved quite a lot.