Sorry No Posting -- We've Been Moving

Gilbert Meilander once wrote about moving.  He likened it, for the young, single person, to flitting about in a glider.  You want to go left?  You go left.  Want to dip?  You dip.  Wham.  That easy.

With a family?  It's different.  More like commanding an aircraft carrier. You want to go left?  You signal about six months in advance, and begin a process that throws every hand on deck into upheaval.  More accurately, it's like commanding an aircraft carrier to begin turning left, then losing your glasses, iPod, and underwear for a week.

I can't find anything.

At least we're wired now. Good news: When you move, you find stuff you've been missing for years.  My "West Houston Bowling" shirt is back, as is my "I Love Tater Tots" t-shirt, just in time to be uncomfortably late in referencing Napoleon Dynamite.  No sign of Nigel's leg -- thanks for asking.