Our friends the Whites are moving to North Carolina (which rhymes with “Don’t Move to China”) and so this last Wednesday I helped pack them up. Sad. I’ll miss them a lot. However, today my mother-in-law moved in and will be finding a place of her own eventually. She’ll be in the area so that will mean at least one trip a year that we can make to go visit others, hopefully. I can say that there will be lots of change around here since she brought her dog, Kicker, with her. warning! Randy is tired while writing the following: For those of you wondering how Kicker got his name it was me being a smarty pants. You know, the whole coming home after a bad day at work and kicking the dog sort of thing? Its different from that but along the same lines. Yes, it was a mistake in my youth – I wouldn’t name a dog Kicker or Deuteronomy. But others have, and I was not there to stop them, I probably encouraged them to name their dogs things like “Stupid Mutt”, “Horsey”, and “Lake Chichoe”. I was wrong, and I admit it.