I’ve had that poster since . . . I believe it was the late 70s or early 80s. I could be mistaken, but that’s what I remember.
Regardless of the fuzzy dating and trite message, it is nonetheless something I try to live to. Rarely has it been so difficult as these past few months.
Many of you know we’ve have sold our house and are in the process of moving. A few of you know where we are moving to (please refrain from commenting on it). For the rest, all will be revealed within a few weeks.
But, for now, it suffices to say we’ve had quite the experience. On May 16th, we decided that rather than moving all of our stuff, or even some of our stuff, we would sell most of our stuff.
By “most of our stuff” I mean everything but what’s in these boxes.
“What’s the big deal?” you ask.
THIS private gallery shows the photos I took for our listing . . .
If you can see it in the photos, it was sold. Things we’ve owned for as long as thirty years, and a few that we had for a tad longer. Even Bob T. Bones — seen relaxing in this next photo — was relinquished to what I hope will be a good home.
We like our house . . .
. . . but it was time to move, and by earlier this week the house was empty, ready for closing.
Unfortunately, a clerical error (by the IRS, no less) delayed the closing for a week. I write this as I sit in an empty house. Empty except for us and four suitcases and a temporary table and chairs set.
Most inconvenient as it disrupts all of the travel plans we made.
We’ll handle it, but it’s not a satisfactory turn of events. Regardless, this post is to give a few readers — readers who give a measurable amount of excrement about us — a quick update as to why I’ve not been reading other blogs or contributing to this blog.
Like I said, this too shall pass. Hopefully, relatively quickly. When this is behind us, I will start documenting this selling and moving and re-settling experience. As I said above, it’s been quite the adventure since April and it’s not over yet.
Until then, here’s one more photo.
That’s Snoopy (a.k.a. – Yoda) in his new setting. He looks content and we are glad he has a new home. By the way, he was one of two items listed as exclusions in the contract for the sale. Until we decided to sell everything, he was going with us on our future adventures. Now, he has to read about said adventures, like everyone else, on this blog.
The agreement is that if we win the lotto, we will come back to get him.
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