You may have noticed the last two posts (both of which I actually posted yesterday) do not say "Farewell Tour". That's because this is not goodbye. Friday morning, before what I believed at the time would be the last tide pool walk I'd ever go on, I called the apartments in Santa Fe. I was originally told the wait list was a year to a year and a half, but I found out that where I am on the wait list could have me waiting quite a bit longer... like 5 years longer. I do not foresee wanting to move at 70. After discussing the situation with Cay, it seems that their talk of moving to Santa Fe has also died down, due to her significant other's ties to his family here in Northern CA. That all changes things for me significantly. Yesterday that little tear shaped piece of sea glass on the beach really got to me. There's a bitter-sweetness to staying in CA: more whale watching in April in Monterey Bay, more Dicken's Christmas Fairs, and after Friday's tri