Day 4.
Bobby, my grandson, really likes baseball. I mean, REALLY likes baseball. Apparently that’s all he talks about and all he wants to do. His mom is getting tired of hearing about it all the time, though; being asked to play catch several times a day, watching Yadier Molina-videos on YouTube, it never ends. He checks out only baseball books at the library, and stays up reading until lights go out at nine. He’s in the midst of watching the Ken Burns’ documentary. He reads the sports pages of the Washington-Post. He will turn eight years old soon, and will be one of the youngest ones at a baseball camp his mom signed him up for. He will think this is the best summer of his entire life.

I think this summer will be a good one, too. It certainly started on a interesting note. I am really beginning to like the idea of downsizing, or maybe it’s that I am already seeing a noticeable change for the better in the newly found space in my dresser drawers.

I have always liked the times I carried a lighter load, but to get to that point was an overwhelming process, whether it was voluntary or not (as was the case with Hurricane Katrina.) I have begun to look at “stuff” with a critical eye, especially when I’m folding laundry. I’m getting rid of clothes that require ironing, for example, because I’m guessing I won’t be doing much of that in the RV and the to-be-donated pile is getting bigger.

Health insurance is something that will ultimately determine which state we’ll call “home,” so I’ve been surfing. I’m blown away at how much information is on the ‘net, certainly compared to just a few years ago. Between our past experience and available information, our transition to the next phase of life should be easier than ever before.

We’ve started talking about renting the house and traveling in the RV for at least a year. I’m open. There are many “pros” for this idea, so that’s probably where we should start the transition. Our location is central, quiet, and sought after. It would rent easily.

This morning I was surprised–pleasantly surprised, at that–to learn that our son-in-law (whom I adore) admitted to our daughter last night that he didn’t want us to leave Hopkinsville, especially since he’s trying to get reassigned to Fort Campbell next year. Turns out he thinks the world of us, and hearing that just made my day.

Ever since Monday when I decided to let go and let God (or did I just stop resisting), so many positive things have been happening, unexpectedly, yet easily. I’ve wondered if this is The Law of Attraction at work. The lines of communication between us have been reignited, and it’s pretty neat dreaming again like we did in the old days. Seeing this through is going to be an incredible experience, and I expect we won’t be sorry we did it.