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August 2011

Close Enough to Perfect

We have been in Florida for almost a month.  I still have about 20 boxes to unpack. And Captain Fun rolled in last night with the second load of stuff.  (Another story, but here's the link: )
I arrived a month ago with snow boards, snow pants, gloves, hats and mittens--all absolutely necessary in south Florida.  And I have all of Matthew's clothes.  Those will come in pretty handy since he is away at West Point for the next four years.

Taking the Leap

"I can't believe the way you will pack up your whole house, seven kids, two cats a dog and just up and move from upstate New York to south Florida," Mom Dot said to me several times on our caravan (of which she was part) down to Florida two weeks ago.
And she wasn't the only one. 
"How scary," said a friend, "but how exciting," she quickly added.
"I'm jealous," said another friend.
And my wonderful sisters--five of them, of which I am the baby.
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