The only reason I've been so silent is that my life is living me right now. I have no control of it. It's as if I've been pushed into a swollen, raging stream and all I can do is try to swim for shore.
So much to talk about. No time to do it.
Hud had a heart event. Atrial flutters. The doctors are managing it and he is doing just fine, but it got us to talking. And thinking. And refiguring our life plans.
We want need for Hud to retire. And keeping our beautiful, gorgeous house is more than we can handle. The grounds (three fourths of an acre), two houses, a pool and gardens are too much for us to say grace over effectively, given the changes of the last few months.
We are downsizing to a smaller property. We are leaving our beloved Schyterbolle. All of us are quite sad about it.
We don't know where we're going yet. The search has only just begun, as are the preparations to sell our handsome home. We've been here nearly sixteen wonderful years. This home has seen so much of our lives.
I always knew that at some point I would have to leave it, as a home like this is an inheritance of sorts. You take care of it for a while, and pass it on to the next person to love.
I'm just not sure I was through loving it yet.
