Now positively sedentary
Right now, I’ve got the achy arms and legs of someone who has done too much physical labour in too short a stretch of time. I now understand why I have zealously avoided moving. I now also realize that my parents were tough folk; our family, over a period of less than fifteen years, managed to change address no less than nine times!
Seriously; either we were positively nomadic, or I’ve changed into a sedentary being. And while I calculate, I did my own moving game a few more times after leaving home. About eight or nine times, in a similar period. And then my roots set. Here I am, three decades and counting, and the boxes aren’t filling themselves. Over the last week, I’ve sent stuff to recuperation and incineration, and I’ve packed things a little closer together, but the jobs seems Herculean.
Maybe the movers will help consolidate things. You know, pack the good stuff into their van, leaving only discard in their wake. I can handle discard, once the way is clear.
Outside, the weather is wonderful. I even took the dog for a tour, last evening. He’d wondered what had happened to his daily adventure. Well, pup, the answer is simple; rain. Now that things are dry again, I’ll try to do right by you.
I didn’t get to see the “other” debate from election Island. No ‘net feed. I mean, what did I expect, given that a newspaper was the sponsor. Not their way of informing us. Thankfully, Twitter shouldered the load, and I’ve managed to get microbursts.
