My brother-in-law Doug is getting a new job in the SW Detroit suburbs as the assistant manager of a big sporting goods store. Brand new one, I believe, in Allen Park. His wife Becky has been running a day care out of their house, and is going off with him for an interview with that store and to look for a new place to live this next week. In about a month, they’ll all move out to the new place and set up shop in Detroit.
This has caused a cascade of changes.
First, the house they live in is actually owned by his mom, my MIL Connie. She’s helped them out a *lot* over the years financially, and when they leave, she’s unloading the house off her financial back. (Actually, it’s already listed for sale as they pack, on an as-is basis.)
It does mean that anything she left behind when she moved into our house is going to have to be moved here or junked, and that she’ll have to move her official residence (and all that that entails) from South Dakota to Illinois. Lots of paperwork there and a scramble to make room in our crammed house for MoreStuff.
The demands and concerns of the move has really shaken up the family; the kids really don’t remember any other home, and they’re all moving a long way from anyone that they know (almost all in the greater Sioux Falls area). They’re all pretty fried, and I get the impression that the closer it is to the big day, the more upset things will be.
This Sunday, Connie will take off in our SUV to stay out there with the kids for a week while the parents are off to Detroit for the interviews and house-hunting. And next month, when they come through on their way to Detroit, the younger two kids (and the family’s two dogs) will stay with us overnight, and then Connie will take off the next day with them for a week to look after the kids and help everyone get settled. Then the *next* weekend, us Rittenhousii will go off to Detroit to retrieve Connie.
Unfortunately, Conclave is the weekend that the Johnsons are coming through Chicago. So we won’t hit that. We will be at Windycon, for what that’s worth.
One thing I have to hustle on is getting a new passport for Meredith. If we’re going back and forth to the Detroit area, Susan and I like to go over to Windsor, and while we have functional passports, Mere’s ran out on her a year ago.