OK, the title of this post has nothing to do with ego stuff—just what has been happening in my life lately.
My parents have moved from a large, four bedroom home to a tiny, two bedroom condo, so pretty much all I’ve been doing the past two weeks is packing and moving and hauling boxes and boxes and boxes. The good news is that we are about done so that chapter will close and my folks can get some rest.
Mom is doing well, and her treatments only leave her feeling weak about two days out of the month. Since her CAT scans were clear during the last doctor’s visit, I’ve decided to hit the road on December 7th, my death day. I didn’t plan it that way, but that’s just when the campsite is paid up to.
I’ve been completely off-grid for the last two weeks. All my electric needs supplied by the sun, my water via holding tanks, and everything else by propane. The park is packed for the season, but I’ve got the overflow area—a large open space the size of a football field—practically all to myself.
Because of my family obligations, I’ve been neglecting my software consulting, and only doing the minimum with my students, but that will change soon.
I’m looking forward to a change of scenery and some much needed down time—a chance to recharge my spiritual batteries.