So, it`s time to move again.
Give up my trailer my, mobile home.
And move into this assisted living nursing home place.
I'm going to miss the satisfaction keeping my own house going.
But the times they are a-changing.
My disability requires help that I can't get at home.
So my family boxes everything up for me.
For donation to Goodwill or other organizations.
But it's alright.
I have a mission.
Or I should say continuing mission.
To document this stuff.
And also to have faith.
Because I still believe in this mission.
And will follow no matter which path it leads me down.