Boy, it's true. When you move, you throw away a lot of stuff. Stuff you had forgotten you had, and stuff you wish you had found, and lots of just junk stuff. But I am moved now. I am taking off on a new track. I had three years of living alone, and I loved it. Now I will be living with my daughter and my granddaughter. Changes are good. I don't necessarily like the things that change, but I am convinced that I am made better by adapting and learning.
Carol is my invalid daughter. Living with her implies that I will be serving her needs. God thinks I need this discipline. I am basically a selfish person. I want what I want. It will be good for me. I may come here to complain sometimes though. Sarah is in college. She is studying Criminal Justice. I find that an oxymoron, but it is a growth industry. She may find a very lucrative job--well, maybe not very lucrative, but at least plentiful job opportunities.
Sarah has the loft. Climbing stairs will be good for her. I will do it as little as possible. She makes hesitant ventures into the idea of weight control periodically. I would very much like to help her achieve her goals. Climbing stairs is my contribution.
Carol will enjoy my TV. She loves the food shows, and her cable has a very limited choice, but my DISH Network has many of them. Some things will be good. I may spend a lot more time on the computer. I like to be alone. Come by to visit. See how I'm doing.
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