I am soooo glad I can talk about Florida now. It’s very hard to have something as big as that going on and find something else to write about. I am not the only person in my company getting transferred, there are quite a few of us going, and all of them seem to be further along in the process than we are. Last year the roof had a leak that damaged the walls in both bathrooms. They man that plasters walls came in and fixed both a few weeks ago, but it took until now to get past the wet weather and dry them enough to paint. Today I repainted the downstairs and touched up the bannister. There are still a few things left to do, but it won’t be long until we’re showing the house and trying to sell it away. I look around and think on how it wasn’t supposed to be like that. I meant to live here for awhule. I walk to the grocery store and remember that I had liked being able to walk to this or that and I had thought I would be for years. But I’m not too sorry to be leaving a place where it takes three weeks to dry the plaster on a wall. Not too sorry after all.