Greener Pastures

 Maybe the search for greener pastures blew up in our face. Today we sign the papers that let our home of 42 years go.  Winky's grandfather was an architect and designed the house.  Finally we had it tuned to perfection.  Winky was famous for her garden and yard.  What were we smoking?  The lure of the southwest got to us.  Payson, Arizona seemed like it could supply us with just a little more.  That ugre for more usually gets people in trouble.  In ou 70's we are too old for the adventure we are undertaking.  This is the stage of life for gentle crumbling.  Kadizzle sees himself as that old house in the country with the roof sagging, the windows broken and the fence falling apart.  You are going to age, even though you hope it is at the pace of a glacier, it is going to happen.  One of the hardest things for the Kadizzles to give up was living with some wonderful neighbors.  Dallas and Marilyn were saints as neighbors.  We loved helping them and enjoyed sitting on their back porch having a rootbeer float or a gin and tonic.  Bod and Liz were younger than us and hunting and sailing friends forever.  What were we smoking?  So off we go into the land unknown.  This is like a space shot.  Here we sit at another good friends house.  This is indeed a wonderful setting easy to get used to.  We are out in the country with no one around in any direction. The peace, quite, and tranquility are raining down.  Soon we have to take off on a long drive to Philadelphia to see Cheech, Chubba Bubba, Evie, and Abraham Albert.  This has been the summer of long drives.  Two Trips west to buy a truck and camper, and now a trip east.  It will all add up to over six thousand miles.