Movin' On - There's a time

Sunday, June 21, 2009
We sleep on the floor last night. We don’t even have bedding! Now there’s no problem with this, if you’re young. But when you’re old -
We get up earlier than usual to a rainy, windy, cold day. Breakfast tastes good. Even though we have to eat it standing up.
Packing.
It seems like we’ve spent 6 months throwing things out, sending stuff to the auctioneer, giving stuff to friends and family. We even tried eBay and Fjiji. And now in this “last strokes” phase, we still open cupboards, and drawers, and closets, and have to make yet another decision about what to do with this or that item. We take it out. Put it on a shelf or table or floor – as long as we can see it. And little by little and bit by bit we decide. But it’s endless.
Talked to a friend whose father decided he needed to move out of his house. He was 80 years old, and the daughter said it just about killed him. In fact, it did. Or certainly contributed to his death, his daughter believes. “He became anxious and stressed. He couldn’t decide what to do with many of his things. And it wore him down.” This was exactly the feeling we had – we still have the stamina and the wherewithal to get the job done. And we are SO close now to the end.
Phone calls for father’s day. Emails for father’s day and moving day and the people who bought the house called about internet connectedness, and on and on and on.
The “moving day” pics turned out pretty good.