Most
of you know we downsized recently from a 5000 square foot home to one less than
half that size. We were rudely introduced to the fact that moving isn’t for sissies,
especially sissies who are no longer spring-chickens!
But this is not a whining blog. I’m happy to
announce that we’re finally settled in, and although there’s still work to be
done, it looks like home again.
We moved to an “active adult” (AKA geriatric gang) gated community north of Dallas where the amenities are awesome. There are clubs for just about everything, and if you can’t find what you’re interested in, you’re encouraged to start one yourself. I had already decided I wouldn’t go crazy joining everything. (Been there, done that at the last adult community.) With two books under contract and another in the wings, I knew I had to get disciplined. I’d already wasted four months without writing one word.
Geez!
This wasn’t supposed to be whiny. Sorry.
