Our Life, In Boxes

Our life is getting piled into boxes again (or, more accurately, Hefty garbage bags). We're moving back to Minnesota tomorrow. It's a 13-1/2 hour drive to Vernon's brother's house (let's just call him "Vince", since that is his name), and we'll be driving straight through.

So, I'm feeling a bit reflective today. I'm thinking about the feeling that one gets when literally closing the door on one life and driving up to the next. It's interesting.

Vernon is using the word "Hoff" in everything this morning. (He briefly caught a glimpse of America's Got Talent over a year ago where David Hasselhoff was saying it, and he has, for some reason, resurrected it today.) Here is what he's saying: "It's Hoff-tacular." "That's Hoff-some." "Say 'Hoff' kids!" And then just some random chanting of "Hoff! Hoff! Hoff! Hoff!"

It's Hoff-ful.

Anyway, so this is it. We'll be packing up the computer later today, so I'll report again (from Minnesota) on Thursday. (I'll set something to run automatically tomorrow, probably one of the Christmas Card things.)

I'll leave you with this picture from Colorado to remember us by (it's my mom):