The Final Movement

Samain                                                                              New (Moving) Moon

Feels like the final movement of a symphony, with all the hurried action, lots of 16th and 32nd notes, winding up and up and up, then a pause, a slowing that lasts for awhile, a slowing that precedes the last dynamic moment. After that. Colorado.

Ah.

We’re in the slowing time right now. Almost all of the packing and preparation has been done. A few odd bits here and there. Those files which I may choose to resolve simply by moving them and sorting them out later. A few items, like cassette tapes, that have archival value, but less utility. The stuff in the bathrooms and the final items to leave before the van loaders arrive: computer, two printers, my latin books, the stuff still on the desk. There are as well some magazine stacks that will need to get sorted, but that’s quick.

There will not be much left for A1 to pack beyond the kitchen and the garage, which we’ve already asked them to do. Maybe some clothes. Some stash in Kate’s sewing room. But not much at all.

 

And… One More!

Samain                                                                 New (Moving) Moon

I found a seventh novel! The Wild Pair. Geez. Put that in with the partly done Jennie’s Dead and Superior Wolf. That’s nine novel ideas, seven taken at least through first draft, one, Missing, through many more than that. Two, really three with the second book in the Unmaking trilogy, with substantial work done on them. I have another one, The Protectors, that I’ve been pushing around for a year or so, probably more.

In other moving news we went through the clothes yet one more time. We took a major pass through them about a year ago. Yes sir, Yes sir, four bags full. Kate’s planning her trips to Goodwill as combination trips with her doctor’s appointments. Tomorrow’s rheumatology, so the Maple Grove goodwill gets our unwanted garments.

Kept the Sorel’s even though they’re a Minnesota footwear. Just doesn’t get as cold in Colorado. Kept the Wellies, too, even though wetlands are scarce. Maybe for a vacation? Found a pair of not too worn hiking boots. Didn’t even remember I had them. (Hmm. Do you see a theme here?) Good deal.

The study here is in minimalist mode with all the shelves bare and folded up, the books gone except for the Ovid and Caesar texts. File cabinet emptied. Stripped down. I’m not a minimalist sort of guy, but there is a certain energy in emptiness, a stream-lined grace.

 

 

Dancing?

Samain                                                                           New (Moving) Moon

The study will be finished this morning. Wow. Then I’ll sort files until Kate’s ready to take yet another pass through all of our clothes. After that, who knows? Dancing in the streets?

A month from now we should have been reunited with our stuff. That will mark the beginning of the next phase, moving in. To be followed by settling in. The UU ministry has an interesting term for a minister who has been hired by a church. They are considered settled. Settled will be the culmination of the move itself. Maybe a year from now? Hard to say.

Moving in, settling in and being settled operate on our time frame and have financial expectations that we can control. They will, in that sense, be less fraught. Of course, the sale of this house will be an issue, but it will happen.

So far the days around the purchase of Black Mountain Drive and the mortgage approval have been the most stressful. May it continue to be so.