Monday October 6, 2008
I just now put down the phone from the last of my relocation calls. Haven’t spend so much time on the phones for ages. Since the last time we moved, in fact.
It’s all done, though, all the utilities stopped here and started there, and the bank informed. All the rest gets picked up piecemeal after the move as the correspondence flows. The last piece will fall into place in about twelve months.
Graham managed to extract one last load of crappy from the garage, following on yesterday when we sat down and talked through the stuff we’d thought of taking with us and which we’ll never ever need or use. Who needs two identical garden rakes anyway? So that got taken down to the dump. Graham went on to sweep the floor and line all the packed goodies up against one wall in the order he wants them loaded into the van and back into the garage in the next house.
That does make sense, really it does. Does to me, anyway.
It’s been dry today, and the wind has dropped, too. We didn’t feel it cold when we ventured out at lunch time but I’m noticing people huddling up in their clothes this evening so the temperature may have dropped. Unless it’s the way people are handling the storm that is raging around the planetary financial systems. We may all be huddling up before too long.
I don’t know whether to weep or to shiver on that one. Best not to think about it too hard but to join in and sing yer heart out, I reckon.
Although our home is being dismantled about our ears just now there’s still room and a place for some flowers, and the laughter to go with them:
You know I hate gladiolli
