The Move

The struggle itself is enough to fill a man's heart. Maybe.

The Move is everything right now.

The Move does not take all of my time, because bridge is still taking half a day several days a week, but bridge is not important. It's just that I have scheduled days with a number of partners, and I want to play with those partners while I can, and I have a new partner whom I really want to play with, and she is taking days in the schedule that used to be open. As a result, I am playing a lot of bridge.

When I am home, however, I work on The Move every day. Today, I replanted a plant, edged the yard, and weeded, and there is more to do, always more. I find myself exhausted at the end of each day. Yesterday, I fell fast asleep at my computer at 4:00 in the afternoon. When the last piece of furniture is placed in a new house in New Mexico, when the last box is hauled into the garage or a closet, it will feel very good.

 The realtors are coming on Friday, and we treat the realtors a bit like they were actually buying the house, cleaning up and decluttering before they come, inside and out, doing every little thing to make the house look desirable. Jackie's theory is that we need to make the place attractive to them, maybe so that they will feel good about selling it, maybe just to show them that we can make it look nice when we have to. Whatever the justification, most of the work we are doing now will need to be done before we show the house, and that is coming.

For the first time since Arlo and I started walking in 2021, I am skipping my morning walks. My steps counts are pathetic. I have ten miles to go before the next milestone and the halfway point of the walk, and it will probably take me four days to get that done. With some luck, I can get back to my regular life, at least most days, starting Saturday.