Lots of big news.

Events both good and bad are propelling us headlong back to Texas.

The bad first: I mentioned in this post RP's daddy passed away very suddenly on Tuesday, June 8. He was only 68. He leaves behind his wife, a son and three daughters, and three grandchildren; all loved him dearly. So did I. (I'll talk about RP, Sr. at greater length later.) Anyway, we now feel a great need to be nearer to RP's mom.

Now the good: Around March my parents, who are in their mid-80s, told us they were planning to move out of their house in the Hill Country into an apartment in a retirement community at the end of May. So we proposed that we buy their house and relocate to be near them.

Progress has been almost unnervingly swift. We've already sold our house, for a profit; closing is scheduled for the end of July. RP will be able to keep his job and I can freelance and bring some money in while concentrating largely on my parents. We don't even have to fret about replacing the Explorer — its lease is expiring in August, while the Explorer itself seems set to expire at any second — because RP's mom can't climb up into RP Sr.'s Yukon by herself, and wants to sell it, so we're buying it.