40 years and counting

The Westin Downtown Houston

Kind of a big deal, your 40th wedding anniversary.

So when the subject of what to do and where to go came up I expected Las Vegas, New Orleans or other points west. So when Alice stated an Astros game and a weekend in Houston, I knew I made the right decision 40 years ago!

The Westin was great. Saturday we spent the day at the downtown Aquarium.

So cool 😎
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And of course, a winning game from the Astros to top it off

Happy Anniversary to everyone who has been as lucky as I have!

Maine to Texas

Finally, on the road south. Leaving the snow and below freezing temps, we are packed and ready

Hitting I95

The cross country ride did not disappoint. I wish I had taken more shots but just when a great view came, it was gone.

Finally warm weather. Short sleeves in Louisiana!

Three days!

Home again. Now to relax and regroup. In about a week the UHaul box arrives and the real work begins, yeeha

A farmers logic

There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

So is with our lives… Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all…

Texas to Maine ( and back again )

This adventure begins where most adventures begin, at the beginning.

The time has come for dad to leave his beloved Maine and come stay with us on the third coast. His partner, Carol Ann in now in an excellent memory care unit where she can be cared for and live a quality of life she deserves . The dementia had progressed to the point where dad just was no longer able to provide for her care. It ie a cruel disease that affect everyone involved, not just the victim.

So yesterday, I leave sunny Texas for Maine.

After a long flight and a few delays, it’s good to be on the ground in Portland.

There’s this white stuff EVERYWHERE. I really should speak with someone about this!

So the plan should go something like this:

We take care of the technical stuff first, lawyer, moving notices etc. Then the actual packing of the items coming to Texas. A U-Haul Pod handles this. Once we have it packed up, they pick it up and deliver it to our home. Pretty nice.

The “Pod”…and more of that white stuff!

Once all of the T’s have been crossed and the i’s dotted, and the pod loaded, then dad and I will begin our road trip back down south. More on that later. Now it time to get started…