Guess what? Reagan sucks.

For the last 15 years, my parent's have lived less than an hour away from me (and about an hour and a half from my brother and his family) in their dream home, built on a no-wake lake.  As they've gotten older, the upkeep (and distance from activities they'd like to partake in) has gotten to them and as of this week, they bought a condo in Appleton (where I live) and have their place on the market.

I'm somewhat sad that we won't have get togethers "at the lake" anymore, but thrilled that they'll be closer.  I realize this is not the reaction that all would have regarding parental proximity.  I look forward to seeing them more frequently, but for shorter duration and hope it's a good transition for them.  They seemed really ready and since their health is still relatively good, it's time.

They close in May and are planning to move over Memorial Day weekend.  Thankfully, they're hiring movers for their large items so I can avoid needing to move a table saw up and down multiple flights of stairs.  I'm buying their snowblower (which coincides so nicely with turning 40 in a month) and they might have excess of other things that they will no longer need.

I'll be in Hawaii in two months for a job that I'm suddenly no longer in love with.  I'm sure it'll pass, but it's been a tough few months.

I'm taking on a new leadership role at church and not taking on a much larger leadership role at church that wasn't a good fit for me.

My calf tear has responded well (so far) to astym treatment.  I'll play tennis on Sunday for the first time in over two months and have high hopes that I'll be able to walk normally afterwards.

This month marks five years together with Kimberly.  It's amazing what a good relationship can do with someone who just plain loves you.  What a gift.