We're going through stuff at an amazing clip. Questions come up. What do you do with that box of unmatched socks that sits in the laundry room? Do you take it with you? Because as soon as you throw that box of socks away, you're going to find the missing socks. And now is the prime time for finding stuff, because we are finding a ton of stuff. (Most of which causes us to scratch our heads and think, okay...so just why were we saving this....?
The washer has been running nonstop. We're washing all the bedding so that everything is clean and fresh in the new house.
The burn pile has been burning all morning. Reminds me of the store advertisements: "EVERYTHING MUST GO!!!"
We've got lists. What must absolutely be at the house tonight. What absolutely must be done before the end of the day. Responsibilities are divvied up. I've got to go to work.
In the middle of this chaos, my beloved looks at me and says this:
"You know, people should move every ten years."
Me: "I know I've said it before Tim, but this time I really mean it. I don't want to move anymore."
Tim: "Well, you don't know. You can never tell what the future holds." And out the door he goes grinning happily.
Okay. What happened to that man I married. The quiet guy. The one who didn't like change. The one that I thought would live on the top of the mountain forever, his roots wrapped tightly around the Scandia rocks?
I wonder if I'll find him during this 'redding out'?