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Within the next day, we will know whether or not our son, daughter-in-law and three granddaughters are moving to Santa Fe.

Things are a bit tense around here, to put it mildly.

Our son works for a national company. He has been asked by a manager to move with him to Santa Fe and help him  “rescue” a problem division there. If this person is to be believed, he could help our son rise higher within the company relatively quickly. This person really likes our son. Both my son and daughter-in-law like and trust this person.

His current boss/es are telling him that there is no guarantee that this move will help him advance in the company more quickly. He knows that he will move up, it is just a matter of how quickly.  He tells us that he and daughter-in-law have been “itching” for an adventure, were ready to move to a new location.

But they were not planning on Santa Fe, and not this quickly. If this goes through, they will be moving within the next 2 months. They lived in Santa Fe a few years ago, and things were not good for them at that time. They had little money, no insurance, no real jobs, and were lonely for family. It would be quite different for them this time.

In any event, we are heartbroken at the prospect of having them move far away. We visited them once in Santa Fe. Neither Merle nor I liked the area much. I did not do well in the altitude. Merle thought it was “dusty”.

At least we may be able to have the financial wherewithal to visit them more often this time. We were financially strapped when the kids lived there and could only afford one visit.

I can guarantee that I will need to see my granddaughters more than one time per year!

As I discussed this whole chain of events on the phone with my daughter-in-law, she was driving home from the zoo with the kids. She said to me “I am driving home with the three girls…….oh, right-I have been corrected. I am driving home with three baby mountain lions from the zoo.”  Our oldest and middle  granddaughters had determined that they were mountain lion babies after seeing them at the zoo.

Daughter-in-law also told me that she and the kids had stopped just outside of the exit to allow her to nurse the baby. As the two older girls waited, they played around a large bronze statue of a bison. As the girls played, the 5 year-old reached underneath the statue and grabbed the bison’s “balls” and very seriously explained to the 3 year-old how she could tell that it was a boy bison. As they examined the bison’s “boy parts” the 3 year-old ran her hand from the ‘balls” along the bison’s penis. They chattered between themselves the entire time, discussing the differences between “boy parts” and “girl parts”.

Just as they began to walk away from the statue, Daughter-in-law and the girls were approached by a film crew for a local television station, and were asked if they would be willing to be interviewed for a story about stay-at-home moms.

My daughter-in-law was interviewed. We have not yet seen the piece, but can only hope that there is no film of the little girls discussing anatomy beneath the bison.

It will be very hard to have those girls thousands of miles away.

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