This gradual-move thing is proving quite odd.
Not in a bad way. Not even in a unsettling way. But unusual. Ethereal, maybe. Moving little bits over a long period of time has a ghostly feel to it. Like the dissolve in the final scene of a film, the furniture-filled rooms in our living, breathing house are gradually fading to empty.
It’s bizarre to sleep in your own bed while knowing you only have three plates, two forks, and a saucepan in the kitchen. The blender and mixer are in a box six hours north. The iron pot-hanger is gone, and the few pans left sitting on the counter are like a pair of unexpected relations – came for a visit, but no place to sleep.
I realized I left my house keys in the cabin in the Adirondacks. I had quite a shock when I automatically responded, “Eh. That’s fine. I’ll get them Friday.” We’ve now faded into the middle part of the story. The part in which we are there as much as we are here.
On our way back, we ended up taking the FDR Expressway down the East Side of Manhattan. If you’re not familiar, think of it as a sixty-mile-an-hour roller-derby. The goal is to enter at the North end, get cut off as few times as possible, and come out at the south end alive. My attitude has changed. This time, I was able to muse, “See you in Hell, FDR. You’re not my problem anymore. I’m just a visitor.”
I think this weekend will be a big one – The first load from “the big pile” (pictured) is going to the storage unit in Plattsburgh. It will bring us to the point in which the rooms here start to look empty – halfway through that movie dissolve we were talking about. Odd, but gratifying. I’m a progress-driven sort of guy.
In odds-and-ends news, we wrote a check for a few thousand bucks to our grading contractor so he can correct the drainage and grade the whole non-wetland part of the property – so it doesn’t go downhill to the back. And so I don’t have to stall out the mower when I fall in a hole. When I start to panic at the amount, I tell myself, “Then it’s done. It’s done for life.” Dumpster is coming this weekend so we can get rid of the junk pile. And we’re in the storage unit starting Saturday.
Thanks as always for your comments and kind wishes. And thanks to Catherine for the nice email!