Dispatch from Las Vegas. Here to move my Mom from assisted living and my sister from her house. Sister is moving to Tacoma so Mom is,too. Mom doesn't know where she is. She doesn't know she has a granddaughter who can speak three languages, has walked on the Great Wall of China, scuba'd on the Great Barrier Reef, and is studying for a year in Germany. That is too bad. I'm sure she would be proud. She doesn't know her grandson, one of only two, was killed in August. She would have been proud of him, too. Fantastic musician, hard worker, engaging conversationalist, and recent college graduate.
It's a bit cold here in Las Vegas, and windy. It's a strange place. Lots of Hummers and flash cars, and lots of "with it" people, even at the IHOP on a Saturday morning. The demarcation between yards is a change in the color of the gravel, and all the houses are faux stucco in shades of tan, beige, white, dusty pink, etc. Lots of six lane wide thoroughfares that run straight for miles, with cars zooming along at 50 to 50 mph. All of them lit up with orange sodium lights that makes everything look dirty.
Tomorrow we have two "movers" coming to help load the truck. That will take all day and I want to hit the road soon. Got to drive to San Francisco and then to Tacoma with a U-Haul by myself. Hope it has a CD player in it. Looking forward to the drive, except for the pass at Siskyou Summit. Have to count on good weather.
Seth, Lauren, and their mother, Kathy: I love you.
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