Nobody There Remembers Me

There is nothing left for you and me.
Oh, woe is me, or us. One would think that with all my experience, I would be good at moving. Woe as well, that I am alone in this, only we experience the true sting. Only we know the anguish of moving two hours from our present residence, to a place inhabited by my parents. Blue skies, warm sun, forested hill sides, golf course! :such miserable conditions! Pain and sorrow in moving merely our clothes, and personal possessions (as the place is "furnished") Yes, sing the blues with me.
I am getting old, there is something wrong with me, I have a degenerative disease, or something. This has to be the single most easiest move -by far- that any of my immediate family has ever done. And yet it is an experience I would not wish on a snake. (We have bestowed this ordeal on some spiders, but that was not entirely our fault. Sometimes they hide so well that they get overlooked.) I have "not had the time" to properly update in photos and blog. I have not been in the proper frame of mind either. Thus this ordeal, which should be taken as an occasion, may pass into oblivion, as it has not been recorded appropriately.
The kids are torn. At the "condo", they talk of going home to Ephrata. When we drove back to Ephrata, so that Sarah could do some work, etc, the kids wanted to go back to the condo. They seem to like being close to Grammie and Gwahmpa, and they have enjoyed the pool (which will most likely be closed by Monday). They have also seemed to enjoy the "new preschool". So it seems, despite the terminology of "home to Ephrata", the kids have appreciated the move.
And for the record, I am GLAD that we are only going to Twin Lakes ID, and not across the ocean, across the country, or even out of the Northwest.