Yes, I'm moving again. For some reason, I didn't make any new friends in this town excerpt for my newest landlord, his Property Manager, and my neighbor across the street. There is a really nice lady (just moved in this month) in the other half of this duplex. For some reason, she is as homebound as I am. These days it's because I'm saving a heap of money for the moving truck and an airplane ticket for my grandson who's driving the truck and towing my car all the way to Grand Junction, Colorado. I'm going to be sharing a house with my #2 daughter, who will be my new caregiver when I get there. But she is already giving me hints, like don't go out in public without a face mask. She's going to find us a nice 3 bedroom with a back yard that is fenced, (if it isn't fenced I'm going to get permission to fence it at my expense), so my little doggie can run around in circles if she wants to. Or maybe just get into whatever nonsense she wants to. Denise is wanting a dog also so my doggie will have a play buddy!
Denise will be helping me separate the Genealogy files I've accumulated over the last 30 years that I've been chasing relatives and getting copies of military records, birth certificates, marriage certificates, and census pages for the families. my file has 5,135 people in it. I haven't kept track of how many are still alive but I know it isn't over 100. Since the file goes back to the 1600s when the Corbin's first landed in Virginia and the Shirleys landed in New England. Over the years the two families have lived and populated quite a few states. It's fun to find things in old newspapers and census forms. Now it just means separating them by families and then breaking that down to subfamilies. I might not stay sane doing this. I'm the worst at tracking the paperwork. So there are probably duplicates o-plenty.
I'm giving away the breakfast nook that I have and I've already given the large accumulation of freeze-dried meals (commonly known as Survival packages) to my new Grandson. I made him my grandson after the divorce from the granddaughter he was married to. She treated him as badly as she treated me and we decided that we didn't need anything to say we were related. Our spirits have found an ally in each other. We will both miss the Great-granddaughter, but there isn't anything we can do about it. Maybe when she grows up and becomes aware of the manipulation that goes on in her family she'll reach out to us. I pray that happens.
The only excitement in this town was the flood. It didn't reach my street but my neighbor said if there was an evacuation for our neighborhood he wouldn't leave me behind. He has a really big suv and a doxie so it will be an adventure at the least. I had my suitcase and Phoebe's car carrier by the front door. It has a small fancy medicine carrier that is stocked with 7 days of my meds and Phoebe's case has small plastic bags of water, dry dog food, a blanket to sleep on and her papers in an envelope. She has a chip so I'm not worried about her. She wraps herself around my neck when we get in the car and I start the engine.
I haven't done any new scrapbook pages in a long time because I've been having trouble with the COPD and the winter wet weather. We had 2 days of snow but that's all. But I'm going to get some done soon. I have some new pictures that I have to put names with then I can make a nice page.
Hugs to everyone from Washington State!
