No Chaos Like Move Chaos

Samain                                                                       Moving Moon

11 seasons and 3 episodes of Midsomer Murders. We made a valiant effort to complete the full 15 seasons while still in Minnesota, but we have failed. It will be a thread of continuity from our recent time here.

Pack, Pack, Pack. Watch the British kill each other. Watch Chief Inspector Barnaby figure out who did what to whom. It’s been a good segue to sleep since, as I understand it, the mystery novel is all about restoring order to a chaotic world. In the life of the well-mannered Midwesterner there is no chaos like move chaos. Barnaby gave us hope.

At Groveland tomorrow I’m ending my ministerial career, begun in 1971 at United Theological Seminary in New Brighton, continued with my ordination in 1976 to the Presbyterian Ministry and redirected when I was accepted as a UU clergy 20 years later in 1996. I’ve done little since 1991 but preach occasionally (though there was that rouge attempt to re-enter the ministry full time in the late 1990’s) and this will be the last of that. It feels like time to close off this chapter of my life.

This is the dogs next to last night here since they head off to the kennel on Monday. They don’t seem nostalgic. At least not so far.

A Taste of Finality

Samain                                                                                  Moving Moon

Another day of packing but this one. Is different. It has that taste of finality. The things that I had waited to pack, waited until the last minute, all of those are in boxes except this computer and its accessories like the printer.

That’s not to say the room is empty. The file cabinet is still here, a bookcase tall and two bookcases short, a cabinet with glass doors, two desks and the disassembled IKEA shelving, a chair, a rug. There are, too, documents related to finishing up a book for the new owners, various papers about Black Mountain Drive, my laptop and its accessories.

But, if you came in here now you would know the current resident was on his way out.

Headed, he might say if asked, to the mountains.

Soon. Now.

Samain                                                                           Moving Moon

The last Minnesota business meeting. Our last Saturday here. A week from today Tom and I will be in Colorado, presumably a bit sleepy but with three dogs in their new digs. (pun intended, though I hope the soil is too rocky for much digging.) Kate will be on the road, probably in Colorado around Sterling or Ft. Morgan.

The very last packing is to be done today. Then, preach tomorrow and finish last minute matters here. Packers come Monday. The dogs go to Armstrong’s for one last stretch at doggy camp. When the dog’s leave for four days, the move will be officially underway, not to be finished until the last box has been placed in its respective room the week of Christmas.

Time to get to it.