Hardly any rubber left on the tires after all our driving
We've been driving hundreds of miles every weekend lately, looking for the perfect place for our retirement home. As a place for my retirement, this home where we live works for the moment. However, Beez will retire in another year and we will no longer be tied to Clovis, with its feedlots and ultra-conservative culture. We just don't fit in, although we have enjoyed our time here. It's been a very stress-free place to live, except for when the conversation turns to gun ownership or politics or religion. I'm sorry to say that it often does.
For an explanation of how we've gotten to where we are, you couldn't do better than to read this post, called Circles, written by our very own Beez with a comment from Auntie Bucksnort, who is certainly involved with us in all these life changes.