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Neighbors

In hope of driving to see my husband at his new location I called a former neighbor from several years past, as this may be the perfect place to rest for an evening. Unfortunately the organization that accepted dogs in the community courtesy of Poster Dog Zoe will not accept her at their hotel.

Jim and I hope to meet and drive through the desert together after I spend three days driving alone with the dog across the country. But we hope to get a dog-friendly hotel and meet up with old friends, our former neighbors, along the way.

We “held” about five six-unit buildings back in the day, through harsh ski winters. We were always on call for one another in any emergency and that’s a blessing at -6 degrees when I accidentally “fry” the thermostat plate because I’m wearing Crocs inside in a desperately dry environment.

We used to do pot luck suppers a few times a year with the main dish provided by the host, and the location changed every couple of months. We got to keep in touch and started having community events and watching the fireworks outdoors every July 4th.

Today I helped a neighbor who’s never been to visit. He was invited for my Around The World Christmas Dinner but never came. He’s ill and needed a few things from the store. I did what any good neighbor would do and offered to take care of his dog and bring him a few things. I added soup and a few Tazo tea bags for good measure.

Neighbors are to cherish because they help make a house a home. Plus, I really miss those neighbors who worked for SmartWool and ProBar because I got treats every time I walked their puppy. Ah, to have free SmartWool socks. Another neighbor was a pastry chef and was always a warm and generous host. Another was a darned good cook who always pushed the flavor envelope for our dinners and made us feel like we had always been part of the family. How I miss these folks and environment and wish we could go there again.

That’s what neighbors mean to me. We plan to get together next month, to “chew the fat” and get kept up to speed on goings-on. I will be driving cross-country with the dog so need to find a pet-friendly place to stay. Wish us luck. Dee

ps The lodging I stayed in for three years will not accept my dog. The nearest hotel is costing $200 per night. $20 of that is dog rent.

 

Moon, Clouds and Shimmering Lake

Yes, I feel the tug between familiar and unfamiliar, new. For the past ten years I’ve had fantastic views. Now I will look at nothing. Perhaps a parking lot or strip mall. I don’t know, I’ve never been where I’ve been designated to live except to change planes. Now we’ll spend twice as much to see nothing.

Tonight this beats the air show any day. It was just so quiet and beautiful. I will miss selecting a random ice fisher for coffee, pastries and beer one cold winter morning. One or two may miss the random me, as well. My husband looked on the first year then sent the dog over. He thought I was nuts giving food to these fishermen, then he hadn’t yet walked on water. Ice, yes, but he hadn’t taken a photo of his boots.

The next year he didn’t come with me, neither did the dog, and the guys had a hut and fire and everything and asked me to stay because I was good luck – they caught a big fish the moment I arrived!

It was a ride we made the most of. Yesterday I got to see a few friends as I unpack old stuff, plan to pack the pick of the litter (yes, you Zoe) and find a place to live. My husband will be in over the holidays so we’ll get a lot done during that time.

I do hope that you’re cooking, as I made spanakopita today and shared it. There’s a big pantry to pare down and yet all I want to do is get 10# of OO flour from the local Italian grocery to take along.

One car, one dog who takes 1/3 of it. Over 2,500 miles. Knives, dog food, guitar, luggage. Two gallons water for desert. We’ll work it out. Cold beverages and sandwiches on ice packs. I can do it. Cheers, Dee

Space

Yes, The Final Frontier.

So over the next few weeks I’m changing everything. We got and furnished a guest room that no-one ever enters. My desk is going there after I treat it with lemon oil, open up this gateleg to full width and get a file cabinet for the paper I have historically collected.This has been a lifelong issue.

As of this afternoon my husband will have a 40″ monitor/tv and we will give our last working CRT to charity. His office (my brother’s old black metal and glass L-shaped desk) will go into the bedroom where there is plenty of room with an en suite and headphones. When he works at home he’ll be able to shut the door and be away from noise from me, the dog, dishwasher and washing machine. The washer really does sound like Elvis is leaving the building.

I move my desk (1920 English oak gateleg table) to the guest room and put all my pictures on the wall. Up to the ceiling if need be. I’ve spent decades framing and everything is under towels to protect them from dust. No more.

We move the dining room for a view and make room for a husband-fitted tall chair and floor lamp and table so he can relax and read a tech book or be on his laptop comfortably.

It’ll just take a few weeks of work. Yesterday I only emptied one box. It had a very cool space heater in it. Unfortunately it was packed in styrofoam peanuts for five years of storage. Peanuts got up all the channels and it took a set of kitchen tongs, a knife, small scissors and plastic toast tongs and a rug vacuum with hose and 2.5 hours of my time to get everything out. As Scarlett said, never again.

Next time we wrap it in the strange sticky wrap all over and THEN put it back in the peanuts. Live and learn, readers. We are the moving pro’s.

News from a mover, not a shaker. To pack a box turn it upside down. Books go in small boxes that must be uniform for truck packing. Line up the seams perfectly. Place four two-inch pieces of moving tape from a professional dispenser (the older and more gunked up, the better) two inches from the seam. Seal the seam. Seal the edges. Turn right-side up and do the same when filled.

Find the best box store in your town. It’ll be half the price of U-Haul. They’ll talk to you and advise you but this is worthwhile advice. Use it. I’ll be 55 next week and have moved nearly 40 times in my life. This kind of ritual makes it livable and gets your stuff there safely.

Oh, always keep packaging for electronics (clear for “stuff” and pink for electronics) in your garage or basement. Newspaper but unprinted, get at least 25 lbs. Keep most electronics packaging (not for laptops as you already have a laptop bag and it’ll be in a car). I do colored stickers such as C for Car. H for House and S for storage as we have to pay for our original packaging in storage but with snow tires et al, it’s worth it. Also china and important glassware. I’ve my mothers (RIP five years) Lenox china and her cut crystal glasses, plus Italian serving items from Dad as a wedding gift, I just store the boxes and re-use as needed. It beats starting from scratch.

Last time we moved big-time we had an art curator do the art, and a lawyer do the furniture – I know, the lawyer is suspect. Michelle Obama didn’t show up but she was busy getting her husband elected.

Other moving advice? Save the broom for last so you can clean out your place. Put the bed, bedding and pillows at the back of the truck so you can crash when you don’t find it in yourself to open another box. Wise words from a pro.

Dad was so excited to start a new job that the moving truck would arrive and he’d just leave for the office tell us to have all the boxes emptied by bedtime. Perhaps that is partly the reason for my “box strike.” I also have sensitive work and personal files such as 20 years of taxes to go through and professionally shred. Daunting, indeed.

My husband told me I was emotional the other day. He is rational and methodical. I am a woman and have never been more rational and unemotional in my life because of being with him the past 12 years. If he said we have to move tomorrow we could do it with help. I wouldn’t cry about it, just take care of my dog and kitchen and art. Priorities. I know he’ll be on the truck, directing the crew.

We’ll still probably do it ourselves, but will have help. Paid help. I’ll pack boxes as usual, he’ll organize the truck and I’ll make iced tea and lemonade for the guys. And hearty sandwiches. Not that we’re making a move any time soon. I’m just moving in and making us comfortable!

This was a long one. My English Teacher Aunts may like it from the Sunshine State. Remember to put vodka into your stellar Bloody Mary mix! Dee

Old Friends

There are folks who stay in the same town and have the same friends for decades.  Our family always moved.  My father was the first in his family to go to college.  He got his baccalaureate and went on for a master’s and doctorate.  There were always opportunities in another state, so we moved.  And he had an illustrious career that has continued well into retirement.

Thanks to Classmates (I join every five years for a few weeks) and Facebook (hate/hate relationship) I’ve found a few people and we keep in touch.  One from grade school, two each from a different high school, and several from college.

In high school I was shy, but joined sports and captained our gymnastics team for two years.  In college I was a wild child for a semester then settled down and made Dean’s List regularly.

Years ago there was a study that people who ran for every student office and club peaked early in life.  I didn’t run for several reasons: I didn’t know myself or what I was capable of doing; was shy; and didn’t want to let anyone know I was smart, especially myself.

It took a broken engagement (moi) to find myself through several increasingly responsible jobs.  I like to write (is that a surprise?) and have opinions on politics and other things.  I will not go to a rodeo because I believe that’s animal cruelty.  I was more tenacious fighting for a personal issue with government than as a lobbyist, simply because I was older and wiser and know who I am and what I am capable of achieving.

My husband and I live a very nice life in a lovely part of the country where it’s snowing as I write.  We have a future to look forward to, just us and our dog, Zoe The Hipless Wonder.

Sometimes I wonder what the friends I haven’t kept in touch with are doing.  We all had dreams.  Real life and providing for a family can put dents into those dreams.  I don’t have the gift of remembering and being in contact with every person I ever met at school or work.  Some of them I want to forget (especially that one boss).

It’s important if you’ve lived everywhere, to keep grounded, which is what I want, a home base when we’re sent overseas.  Equally important is if you’ve been the same town your entire life, get out once in a while and drive two hours away.  You’re never too old to make a friend, or get a dog (or cat) to keep you company.

We love living here because the same people come back every year and it’s like old home week.  This year we had our first July 3 Potluck and 20 neighbors got to see each other without parkas, boots, hats or gloves.  I’d like to think we’ll be neighbors and friends with these folks for a long time.  Cheers, Dee