MORE THAN 2-1/2 YEARS!!!!! WHERE IN THE HECK HAVE I BEEN???

Sorry about that, folks. I didn't realize it's been so long since I posted anything.

The blog site states it has been more than 2-1/2 years (Dec. 2011) since my last post.

There's a lot for me to catch you up on.

Let's see:

I'm now in my third year as a background artist on films and in T.V.

Both my sons are happily married to the wives they had in Dec. 2011.

At 11:04 AM on May 31, 2013 Miss Monroe Summer Wells was delivered to Rainbow and Dan. More, much more, o.k., much, much, much more about that in separate posts....many posts.

I was with my mom in the living room of the home she wanted to go home to on Sept. 26, 2012 when she headed into the light. Alzheimer's Disease, which she started out with in early 2003 finally won.

On March 26, 2013 Terri and I said our farewell to the home I was brought to on May 4, 1955, at the age of one-day old.

We now live in Murrieta, Ca. in a four-bedroom two-story that allows me my OWN CAVE! Well, if you add the garage, where I have my carpentry stuff now, I have TWO, that's 2, really it's one plus one CAVES! Terri has her very own cave, but she calls it an office/studio.

To top TWO caves off, we also have a good sized swimming pool AND a in ground jacuzzi.

The 'official' diagnosis of me having asperger's syndrome also came along during my hiatus from posting, but Terri and I, along with family members and others knew that it was only a matter of time before I got the 'official' classification. That was kind of a big thing.

As for being a caveman, not only am I still, but I might be even more of one. More about that in the future.

Moving caves is something I truly wish to not do again. When one accumulates so much stuff from two different residences, then combining them, then moving them once, then staying in that combined place for only 6 years before doing it all over again for another almost 15 years, is far too burdensome to a real caveman who just wants his cave the way he like is. But we had to move, so here we are.

Living in Murrieta is GREAT when you are a caveman. There are so many caveman-type things to do AND there is a whole bunch of stuff NOT to do.

I have found it more of a caveman paradise. It is close to the second largest freshwater lake in California. It is not so far from the Pacific Ocean (but much farther than R.P.V.) and the Salton Sea.

In the city directly next to us is an Indian Casino.

You can be anywhere and also nowhere is a very short time.

Aside from traffic, it's far less congested than in the Los Angeles Basin.

You can have friends NOT around when you want them NOT around and it is a place where if you have few friends, that's o.k., too.

As far as my health goes, I have made and continue to make big changes. Well, hopefully smaller changes as in the waist measurements of my jeans.

Finally starting insulin was a trip and I will probably write about that separately, too.

Terri loves, loves, loves it out here, too. Since I don't have to share her craft space in MY cave, I gave her the larger of the two extra bedrooms. Now we have four bedrooms in total.

And THREE toilets!!!

I promise to write more posts, sooner rather than later.

Miss Monroe changes almost daily and Grandpa wants to keep folks updated.

Dan went from winning (in 2000) with a car he built, the World Championship for Street Dancers to this year, being in the top 10 finishers at his latest Rally Car event. He's moved on from lowriders to race cars, pumps and dumps to roll cages and standing outside the car to driving one, with his wife as navigator inside.

Dave and Pamela went around most of the World for nine months instead of the planned 12 months, for their honeymoon. The now live in the tallest residential highrise in the Southern Hemisphere, in the Q1 building in Surfers Paradise, Austrailia.

They bought the land they will build there house on, about 10 miles away from where they live now.

While large life-changing events are not really what real cavemen enjoy, we barely tolerate these types of things, I seem to have come through many life-changing events and came out, hopefully, somewhat better.

Getting a caveman to do something he does not want to do is usually practically impossible. It sometimes comes with angst and prodding, but that who we are.

Moving our hunting and tilling grounds is also involving and mostly not in a good way.

But for me and I think Terri, it has been so much better.

More on future posts.