In the end, my sister Gee Gee chose to come to Texas and share my home. I am so very pleased--she was my first roommate (we are only a year apart in age) and my earliest memory is of her standing in her crib across the room from mine, awaking from a nap when our father came home on leave from the service to visit during WWII. She is busy now deciding what to bring and what to sell, donate or discard; I'm busy emptying bookshelves and closets so the move can be relatively easy. Our brother Andy will be her mover/driver, while her sons will help with packing up and loading on the Florida end, and my son Phil will help with arrival. It's the start of a new adventure. Tune in later to see how it's going. Phil says he's glad I'll have someone in the house "just in case;" I suspect Gee Gee's kids feel the same--"if either of those old ladies falls off a ladder, there will be someone there to call for help"
In the meantime, I am beginning work on our Thread Songs group quilt, hoping to get into the big Houston quilt festival again this year. Today I am taking several quilts to Rick Wells for photography, so heading into Houston, hopefully missing the worst of the morning traffic.