Banjo, knee

Well, it might be that time again to write a blog post. There’s the whole New Years Resolution thing, not to mention the climax of the Big Move mentioned in the more recent past posts. 

So, we did move. We’re here, on the west coast, enjoying not so much the fun in the sun, since this is California winter, but the lack of face-stinging cold weather. I forgot, and it’s amusing, how a little rain is a big deal to at least the local TV meteorologists, when Missouri weather does this several times a year--only in the summer. This is not to minimize the genuine issues around the latest atmospheric river weather pattern that seemed to be streaming into a near-record-breaking King Tide. This is the same scenario, but not quite as bad, as the cause of the 1998 flood in the  Bay Area. Also I seem to recall hearing about a flood in the early 50s that I believe occurred for the same reasons. 

On December 12th our movers had come, packed, loaded, and departed, and we followed them westward.  Not directly, but the idea was we would theoretically get to our new place before they did. We took our time and got there on the 16th. We beat’em by three days.

It was fun to be on the road with no particular timetable, really, and be truly homeless and “free,” albeit in a very safe and secure manner. The weather was very nice the entire way, and as a bonus we got to go to a Buc-ee’s  that was replete with 100 gas pumps (count’em) once we reached Amarillo, Texas. Definitely the apex of any Texas adventure. 

Luckily the panhandle of said Texas isn’t that wide and we reached New Mexico handily. 

So here we are, doing a little exploring during breaks in setting up the new household. Really an apartment, only slightly smaller than our last apartment and, believe it or not, still big enough to stash almost everything away. There are some big differences though--for one, we are on the ground floor and our last apartment was on the 28th floor. This is good and bad, but it’s much less stressful not having to worry about the mechanical integrity of 20-year-old elevators. Especially ones that creak and groan like a WWII submarine taken down below its designed maximum depth limit. (We’ve all seen that movie.) 

Christmas was a non-event (well, they all are, nowadays) but I’m here to wish all a happy, healthy, prosperous by certain criteria, new year. 

My resolution is to return to writing, this being the first baby step. 

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