Packing up for a move -- what to keep and what to pitch?

We are settling in. Missing our happy place and working to make Sarasota feel like home.

Love meeting SBH connected folks down here or up here. Living vicariously through the forum. We had been to many of those Select parties. Over the years and had enjoyed every Gourmet Week since its inception. But life goes on and every morning we awake is really a wonderful gift.

Heading to NY for Thanksgiving….now that we are on the mainland all of our kids will be getting together…Life is good.

You keep posting and I will keep reading and sharing your comings and goings and seeing myself on the scene with you.

Hugs
🧑🏻‍🦳Amy
 
We are settling in. Missing our happy place and working to make Sarasota feel like home.

Love meeting SBH connected folks down here or up here. Living vicariously through the forum. We had been to many of those Select parties. Over the years and had enjoyed every Gourmet Week since its inception. But life goes on and every morning we awake is really a wonderful gift.

Heading to NY for Thanksgiving….now that we are on the mainland all of our kids will be getting together…Life is good.

You keep posting and I will keep reading and sharing your comings and goings and seeing myself on the scene with you.

Hugs
🧑🏻‍🦳Amy
Totally “get it,” Amy! And you & Phil always are in my thoughts as I write about SBH life in ways that, I believe, probably tug at your heartstrings. I do so, nonetheless, because I think that you want happy reminders / connections to our memorable, shared island times. I can see the smiles crossing on the faces of you & Phil!

You should know, BTW, that hardly a day goes by without mutual friends in our island ‘hood — broadly speaking —asking about you & Phil. You indelibly fostered friendship & good will that continues in a wide net on the island.

Have a great time in NY for Thanksgiving. Remembering Elvis & “Memories:”

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine

Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories
Sweet memories
 
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