So, Gentle Readers, I've been dropping very subtle hints that a change is in the offing once again for these nomads.
We have been thinking about the future for several years as we groan into our late 70's and early 80's.
Planning on downsizing, getting rid of the accumulated "stuff" of years, nay, decades.
And now, it appears, our hands are about to be forced.
We learned on Monday that the landlord of the property where we have lived very happily for three years is putting it up for sale.
That means that once again we face the ugly prospect of moving.
A realtor was here yesterday to do a walk-through and a look-see and she told us that when the word comes for certain, since we are on a month-to-month lease we will probably have 30 days to vacate.
So that means the agonizing search for a new home that we can afford and the more agonizing packing, selling or donating the detritus of ages.
So that's it, folks.
We are not, as one of you worried, plagued by new health maladies.
It's just another relocation in a lifetime that has numbered the moves in more than a score.
I'll keep you posted from time to time.
Like the tiny leaves now appearing on the redbud tree outside my window, it is yet another new beginning.