September 12, 2012
Today my driveway is resurfaced, and when I arrive home from school there are piles of boxes on my front steps, the back porch having been rendered inaccessible. My friends are heeding the call for the big pack-up and basement clearing set a couple of days hence. Jon and Betty arrive shortly after I do, bearing boxes, and we sit on the back porch and memorialize a momentary still point in our hectic days with a martini.



Oh…I had this trite line about ‘spirits” moving you to your new home…but decided not to go there. :-)
slpmartin
September 15, 2012 at 8:28 pm
Seems like it’s muscle power, friends, and skilled craftsmen moving me on. But I know the spirits are there, because I am still keeping up with it.
mairmusic
September 15, 2012 at 8:58 pm