Confound You, Murphy

The past month has been the adventure of a lifetime—one which I hope never to repeat. A move always brings on challenges and stress, things best avoided anywhere near the age of seventy. But when you’ve made the decision to live close to one of your children and have already made one cross-country move to achieve that end, you live with the consequences.  Silly me. Murphy’s Law states that if anything can go wrong, it will. I’ve never seen that so fully displayed as I have this past month. I moved from Tennessee to Montana four years ago with no problem—even carrying a cat and litter box along for the ride. Since we no longer have a cat, I expected the move from Montana to West Virginia to be a piece of cake. Plus, I was going back east, back to the Appalachian...