The last time I wrote I was in despair over the thought of moving. I'm happy to report we are still here and my husband's work has swung into overdrive.
This spring we bought a truck. My 2010 Hyundai was having repetitive suspension problems. It wasn't safe to drive down a highway. One of my husband's dreams was to buy a big American truck. A blue one. And there it was. With the lockdown in full swing, the prices were down, a lot, and we had savings.
2018 Ford F-150
It's a joy to drive but hard to park. It also won't fit in the garage. Well, it would, if we could drive straight in, but because the approach must be while turning, it's not possible.
In other news, my husband's citizenship application is on hold. They just aren't doing anything. The appointment he had in March was cancelled. In August the USCIS laid off thousands of employees.
We took a lot of walks while work was slow, weather permitting. It was a hot and humid summer. Fall came suddenly with September, but not as much time to walk. We were able to visit my daughter in Indiana twice.
I still miss my daughter, always will. My neighbor and I have decided to start visiting again.
