You’ve heard that old saying, “Getting Old Ain’t For Sissies.” I’m learning it’s true.
I wrote recently about our impending move from Goodyear, Arizona to Indiana to stay temporarily with our son until we could find a home and my husband employment. The move itself went very smoothly; two guys to help efficiently load, cooperative weather gods, and quick exit walk-through of the apartment. The adventure began quietly enough with my driving our little car following DH (in RV vernacular–“dear husband”) in the Budget truck. Then we reached Kansas.