Tuesday, March 20, 2012

It Was Move

number too dang many. I mean we've only been married for forty-four years.  What's all this moving around all about anyway?  Scott is not even a Gypsy name. 
 
Somehow my child bride and I have up-d and moved at a rate of about six times the national average.  Now don't tell us we’re malcontents, just say we were chasing opportunities. Okay?

I used to change jobs on a regular basis which prompted many of our past moves but having stayed at my current gig for fourteen years now, how is it we have moved XX times since May of 1998?  So from May 1968 until May 1998 there were YY moves. XX plus YY equals ZZ moves. Gee whiz! Or maybe ‘holy cow’.  One either learns how to pack well or pitch well.  I'm ashamed to report that we learned the packing much better than the pitching.

Thank you for taking in all of my questions, I know you don’t have the answers, they are within.  I done it.

One more move, a little later on in life, to the Home Place which we call 'The Land'.  A nickname my mother coined many years ago.  Our central Texas spread of nine+ acres where we will retire to the peace and quiet of the Hill Country—the humming birds, the mild Winters, the hot Summers, the mountain Junipers, and the occasional trip to Austin.  (and yes, muy pitching of a decades collection of sh**)

Come visit us there.  We will sit and tell you of our life and times, and you of yours, and all will be well and…


-G


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