Changing our Name

Well, it has become official. Dave has accepted a transfer to the East Coast which will not begin until June 1, 2010. Guess we'll have to change our name then. The territory just north of Kristi and Matt became available and we jumped to be able to be closer to our sweet grandboys. My parents stayed in California and missed out on a lot of my kids lives. Don't want that to be our legacy.

We're looking in the north-of-Baltimore area so, if anyone has feedback of a good place for us to land, send it along. We've driven through and visited D.C. one summer but that doesn't give us much to go on. Dave got to go out for a weekend and Kristi brought the boys up to see him. It was "meet and greet" time for him and Gabe. What can I say? Dave fell in love with the little one and renewed his relationship with Ben.

In the meantime, we are plodding along with Grandmother in tow. She has her days -- some good and some not-so-good. We have applied for in-home care from the state but, with all the cutbacks, that doesn't look good. It would be beneficial to her (and us too) if we could have someone come in for a couple of hours a day just to talk and take walks with her. Her memory is getting worse. She can't remember how to set the table without guidance. It is a sad thing! Life goes on and she is getting left behind and feeling very lost. This disease, like a funeral, makes you consider your mortality and quality of life. Take care of yourself now! It could catch up with you before you're ready for it to.

G-mom still prays for her kids and grandkids though and reads her Bible each day. She even prays when her hair is blown in the wind while riding in the convertible with the top down. Pretty funny! I left my cell phone at work last Friday and, not wanting to leave it all weekend, Dave drove me back to get it. G-mom was napping and it only took about 30 min. However, she was awake when we got back and very upset. She had been trying to call us and couldn't get it done. She was sitting at the desk with the cable remote in her hand and asked in frustration, "How do I call you on this?" Even techno-tarded Dave had to laugh at that.

Thank God for the "funnies" of Grandmother. Bless you all until I get time and events enough to write again.