Twenty years and thirty-three days is more than adequate to
collect more stuff than I could possibly need or use, and that is exactly what
I did. Then I had to move it all to a
new home about fifteen miles from where I had hoped I would never leave. We more than doubled our living space, but
there just isn’t enough room for everything.
I have to ask myself, “How did I make it fit in the old smaller place?”
Well, the move is over and the sorting begins. The little things we count on everyday can’
be found, but the things we didn’t need are everywhere. We found books we had never read. We found duplicates of those books we had
never read. We even found one
triplicate—so far.
It took three weeks to get the internet working. I am still trying to get the power companies
to change the utilities into my name. I
just found my computer in a large humidor of cigars (I like the fragrance it
give off as it warms up). But the worst
thing is not something I lost or even had before the move—I had to buy a
lawnmower. What was I thinking? I mowed the lawn yesterday, and this morning
there were weeds over 6 inches high. I’m
mowing it again tomorrow to find out if I just missed some parts of the lawn,
or if these things really grow that fast.
I applied for a postal address change for mail forwarding on
February 1, and I have yet to see anything forwarded to me. This worries me a lot. I don’t care if the bills take their time
about getting here, and I never read all the junk mail I receive, but the
Annual Wild Game Feed will be sending out their order forms in about two
months, and I DON’T want to miss that.
I’ve sent out address changes to everyone I can think of who
may need to know where I live, but the one that worries me the most is the
AWGF. I’m hoping when the forms start
arriving, someone will immediately forward me a copy of the forms. I know the AWGF does their best to stay up
to date on addresses, but my luck says that I will be the one they overlook.
Anyway, as far as the move goes, I’m lightening the
load. I think the various donation
centers around this area are reaching capacity as I bring car full after car
full. When I look at something, if I
don’t know immediately what it is, or when I last used it, away it goes.
On the plus side, I like where I now live. Not that I didn’t like where I was, but this
is much better. No more street
parking. No more parking two miles away
and taking the bus home. And no more
worrying about the tenants in the complex we managed. I sleep at night without fear of someone waking me up at two a.m.
with a plugged toilet, or missing keys.
This place is a fixer-upper big-time, and I’m looking
forward to the task. But if anyone gets
that AWGF order form, PLEASE email me a copy immediately.
