Nighthawk, of course you can rant and rave.  If you think it's important enough to post here, then it's not minor at all.  Moving is a very stressful event, as well as physically and emotionally exhausting. I've moved three times in the last 20 years and each time it gets harder.  Of course, I did the moves myself, which made it harder.  You'll be much closer to your daughter, and the conveniences of the shops across the street will make that part easier.  No lawn to mow, etc. offset by not having a lawn to mow, or flower or vegetable garden.
I'm pretty sure there are a lot of things there that you'd enjoy, especially in the cultural venue.  I lived in the Tidewater area, which is almost totally different from the northern parts of the state.
Best wishes on a stress-free move, or at least as stressless as possible.
I will put my latest rant in another post, so as not to detract from your own truly important post.
 

I believe enough time has passed between rants.  Phil went home weekend before last, he gets to stay home now, except for his follow-up appointments.
I had an MRI almost 2 weeks ago on the elbow, and it wasn't too bad, it was an open MRI, but they were unable to use the image due to the implant causing a glare.  So, I have a high-energy MRI scheduled for Wednesday afternoon in Cincinnati, about 85 miles away.  This one is a closed tube MRI, but they say the tube is wider.  I'm looking for my sleeping mask anyway.  Once that's done, the surgeon and I can discuss surgery.  Any time before July 21 is out, Jimmy Buffett is in Cincinnati that day and I am NOT missing this concert.  I'm sure there will be pictures taken by the Parrothead Club of Cincinnati, and they'll be suitable for general publication, but I have to get my shirt and parrot sewn together or at least baste on one side of the Velcro strip.  So, I have a series of hand exercises to do, but no other exercises with that arm, especially anything involving pushing.  I still have not regained feeling in the little finger and the side of the ring finger closest to the little finger.  I have to type one-handed and I make too many mistakes and it's frustrating.  I have to look at the keyboard instead of the screen, and don't see the errors until after I've gone way past them.  My rheumatologist increased my dosage of pregablin (Lyrica) to the maximum daily dose.  One 150mg capsule three times daily. It makes it hard to think, plan anything out, my speech is affected, my hands spasm without warning, causing me to bump into something and knock it over, or down.  The feeling in those fingers might never come back, or it could suddenly snap back on.  The numbness feels like a tingling sensation, sometimes intense and painful.  I bought a hand massager last month, I don't know if it's helping the numbed fingers, but when it massages my knuckles, it feels better afterward. It's portable, charges with a USB cable, and is automatic with several preprogrammed routines.  It also has a gentle heat, and either pulse or continuous vibration.  I'm giving it a couple of weeks to see if it helps.
 

Nighthawk, thank you.  Last Thursday evening I went to a Celebration of Life for a friend I've never met.  I've been friends with her since the mid-90s, but never met her in person.  While there, I got to speak with her brothers, see some of the newspaper clippings of the things she had done (stage actress, director, costume designer and fabricator, she worked at a publishing company, was on the Historic Society, the Library Board, among her other activities.). Among all of those things, she still found time for an hour each week to sit and have an online chat with several of us.  Her memory was amazing, she seemed to know just the right questions to ask each of us, and she was an avid reader.  I didn't find out about her death until 2 months after. The last I'd known, she was in a rehab facility after falling and breaking her ankle and possibly a vertebra.  She said she had her phone, but no charger, and that was the last we'd hear from her.  She was an amazing person, and she would send me e-cards for various occasions.  I will definitely miss her.  The pictures will probably be taken by one of the members of the club, at least for the pre-party the night before and the tailgate party the afternoon of the concert.  I'll try to take some decent pictures, but I'm a bit far from the stage, but this year, I'm almost in the center.
 

nighthawk nadi:
Moving is always a hassle at just about any age. Whereabouts in Virginia will you end up? My niece lives in Sterling, so I can wave in your direction when I visit her. You sound more like a person who will enjoy the discoveries to be had in your new area and yes, those advantages are really good ones.

The MRI went fairly smoothly.  I didn't freak out.  This is a wider tube than the normal MRI.  Still, she was very conscientious, asked me if I had taken any sedation (NO), and then I asked about music.  Oh yes, they use Pandora Plus so she could just type in the composer and it would call it up.  I like Pachelbel's "Canon in D minor", and she brought up a different version that I'd not heard before.  I don't recall if it was on a synthesizer, but it sounded nice.  Unfortunately, the music cut out just as the second scan started, and I could barely hear her when she'd notify me of the next scan's duration.  She also very kindly placed a washcloth folded double over my eyes and asked if I would like the interior lights to the tube turned on. (No)  It was over before I thought it would be.  The images seem to be usable, but only the surgeon can tell me that.  I've left a note for him asking how to get the CD they burned to him, because his office was closed by the time I got anywhere near it, so I just came on home.