So it seems very likely that the rest of my family is going to be moving shortly.

Yes, this came from out of nowhere.

See, it's like this: My mother should be able to leave the rehab center in another month or two, once she's able to get around in a wheelchair by herself. This means that the house has to be wheelchair accessable.

As it stands, the family home is decidedly not wheelchair accessable. As soon as you enter the door (itself requiring going up a step), you're confronted with a staircase. Then there's the matter of the doorways being wide enough...

The original game plan had been to remodel everything, widening doorways, perhaps making a new entrance at the bottom of the driveway, and installing an elevator or something so she could navigate through the house's three floors.

But it seems that we then found out about a house for sale a few neighborhoods over, which was quite literally made for somebody in my mother's position (or one very similar). Everything's wheelchair accessable, and there's even a room designed especially for rehab purposes. In short, it's downright perfect for what she needs.

So while nothing is actually certain yet, it does seem extremely likely that my father is gonna decide to go for it, selling the old house to enable him to buy the new one. And this decision is being made really quickly, 'cause whatever we end up doing, everything has to be ready by the time my mother arrives home.

And, as my sister pointed out, if I think I feel that way, it's gotta be nothing compared to what both my parents are going through. Not that I'm able to consider that for more than about ten seconds before my mind goes running off to cringe in a corner.

Of course, I still haven't written a proper account of what happened. New stuff keeps happening, and I've been writing about that instead. Maybe I shouldn't. This might be a good time to catch up. We'll see.

The new place is in Woodmere, over the county line, and about, oh, fifteen minutes from Far Rockaway by car, I think. Not all that far, but far enough. Especially as I generally only return for Shabbos, when any mode of transport other than walking is out. So I'll be returning to a strange neighborhood, where I don't know anybody, and I won't be catching up with friends and acquaintences. How nice.

Plus it's harder to get to by mass transit.

Plus this means I'm finally going to have to clean out my closet, and find places to store all my stuff in my apartment.

Ah, well... that's life. After Crash.

In the meantime, here's a quick roundup of other matters...

Financial Update: My uncle the accountant says he'll be doing my parents' taxes next week, after which he'll be getting to mine. After which I get to bring the information into Financial Aid, after which I can finally apply for that student loan.

Television Update: I have a strong feeling that I missed one episode of Action, which was pre-empted by a game in the National League Championship Series. Can any of my readers on the West Coast tell me if there was, in fact, an episode between the one which ended with Peter being "outed" on TV, and the one which began with him addressing a Congressional hearing on violence in the media? It seems as if there must have been one -- probably on October 7tb -- but, if so, I'm pretty sure it didn't air here.

Radio Update: One really negative side effect of getting the TV set is that I've hardly been listening to the radio at all. I don't think this is a Good Thing.