Gonna Move...

My parents, that is. I have been alluding to this for weeks. My folks bought 5 acres in the Texas Hill Country with another couple. They are planning to build what they have dubbed a "Barnominium", basically a metal building with living quarters. Half of the building will house both couples RVs. This is their retirement plan, and I have mixed feelings about it. The part of Texas that they are moving to is the most beautiful part in my opinion (at least what I have seen, never been to far West Texas). I feel deeply connected to the Hill Country, having grown up camping there, and later taking Frank on his first camping trips to Garner, Pedernales falls, and Krause Springs. Just looking at the pictures above makes my heart ache to be laying in a hammock right there under those trees. However, Frank and I are not moving to the Hill Country, or even to Austin. At least not anytime soon. Did I mention that Frank started college last week? I think I did. We are pretty settled in Fort Worth, and though I hope to move to Austin in the future it looks like we will be separated from my parents for a few years. Believe me, I will be visiting as much as possible. Someone told them that they will have more company than they can imagine. Their property is not on a river, but near three rivers and a beautiful creek in Wimberley. You can bet on me floating and paddling a bunch in the near future!

I have been helping my mom start the massive project of de-cluttering and down sizing their belongings. We have dealt (mostly) with their Christmas decorations, and barely scratched the surface on art supplies. Mom had knee surgery today, all went well, and we'll have to see how mobile she is before we get back to work. I'm home today, but doing whatever I can to avoid working. It is dark and rainy and I just don't want to do paper work or even sit down at my work bench. Not sure why.

When I sat down to write this post I had this song in my head, one of my favorites.