I'm way too tired to have anything clever to put here.

But an interesting picture from the pic file is within the limits of my energy.

Sorry for the total lack of posts the last few days. The internet connection at my folk's house was turned off sometime Thursday and there was no time to go anywhere for getting online. It was hustle from sun up to sun down, crash, then get up the next morning to start it all again.

Right now I'm sitting in SeaTac waiting for my flight HOME. I wish tomorrow wasn't Sunday, or that I had more energy for the tasks at hand, but God and I have talked about it. I have tried to be faithful to his commandment that I honor my father and my mother by giving them 100% of my effort this week. My brothers joined me in that. So I trust God for grace for tomorrow.

Most of the things they want have been moved over to their new place at the Ida Culver House. Still a few things at the house left for my next trip up in 10 days, but they've got enough there, and enough of it set in place that in a couple of days their life should be fairly stable. The 20-yard dumpster out in their driveway back at the house is FULL. Inside are lots of things to go in the estate sale and more things to go in a dumpster that will be delivered the day after the sale. I didn't get the house repairs done, so those tasks await.

My body aches. My brain is fried. My heart is sad (for my folks).
Transitions.

Now I'm going to finish this WAY over-priced cup of mediocre airport coffee and prep the bulletin for printing when I get home. If that's done before my flight leaves I've plenty of other tasks to start on.

I love you, Mom. I know we've done something you don't want, that you want to stay in your beautiful home of 38 years. I hope you understand it's all and only because we love you very, very much. And we worry about the two of you, your health and safety. It's nothing more than you did for us when we were young - doing what was necessary, not what was easy. And I trust that weeks, months, if God wills, years from now you'll look back at this transition and know that your sons will do whatever they can for you. I just hope that next time it's something you want. We'd all like that a lot better.