The Great Escape

Shhh! Don't tell anyone. My husband and I ran away from home. Yep, before our area of the state turned yellow, we left our house. We left our county, and kept going until we were out of our state. This was no last minute, "Hey, no one's looking, let's go over the wall" event. The request had come in a few weeks ago, and we made extensive plans to do this trip as safely as we could. You see, one of our daughters is moving. They'd been looking for a home that better met their needs for a while, and somehow, despite all the restrictions, they found what they wanted. And they asked for our help. The new house needs paint and repairs before they move in and our grandson needs to be kept out from underfoot. That's my specialty. I wrote the above before I started the complicated business of packing a lot of extra things to minimize our contact with the outside world. I expected to have some amusing anecdotes from the day of travel to finish it off, but I don't. There were fewer people than usual, and there were minor changes in the rest areas, otherwise it was pretty much the same old. What changed is that I rejoined the world. Between the whirl of preparations and another round of difficulties with the sale of my mom's house, the news and been peripheral to me. During the drive, the horrible facts started to penetrate. The unthinkable had happened. Again. And I'm too heartsick for words. Literally.