One More Time With FEELING & Four-Part Harmony

Sort of winging it after one idea cascaded into another and suddenly starting late last night my plans for the weekend starting radically changing.

I was really hoping to sit on my ass and catch up with my naps. Instead…

After scrambling all through July to get ready to move and get packed and close escrow and get two PODS containers packed and then doing the last-minute sprint at the end of July to get out of the old house, then spending seven weeks getting the two PODS containers emptied and everything put away in the house, all while trying to keep current at work and getting settled in the new house and trying daily to not explode, AFTER ALL OF THAT…

There’s one major loose end. (Probably dozens of minor loose ends and “honey do’s,” but those can be tackled one at a time.)

Seven years ago when we moved from the 5-bedroom, 3300 square foot house where we had lived for over 30 years into the 3-bedroom, 1600 square foot rental home which was intended to be an interim home for “a year or two” we went through a HUGE freakin’ process of culling, tossing, pruning, throwing out, donating and we still ended up with WAY TOO FREAKING MUCH STUFF to fit into that half-sized house. So everything else went into three large storage units.

The Forever Home has enough room for all of that and we need to stop paying extra for those units. So everything in there needs to get here, and since we kinda wanted it here by the end of July and the end of August at the absolute latest, the coming of the end of October is applying some mental stress to “get ‘er done!” Some plans to get a big chunk of that done later this week fell into place, so the balance of that task was either this weekend or “sometime in November.” For reasons that I can’t quite explain, especially given my desire for naps and ass-sitting, there’s now a HUGE U-Haul van in the driveway. The two-hour-plus drive each way factors in and somehow this made the most sense.

Once more into the breach, friends! There will be plenty of time for naps when I’m dead. Or in November. Whichever comes first.