Jim Cejka
Nancy,
Your dissertation about the coming season and the prep around the house and yard got me to thinking about you folk who have lived in the same old house for many, many years. As one who seems to move every couple years, I was thinking (as I was unpacking box 153, or 154 of 213) about the fun stuff you all are missing.
You’ve got stuff, it’s put away, probably haven’t seen it for years. We get to dig it out every couple years, try and remember what or whose it was and why we kept it, fondle it, and put it away with a new memory. On the other end, you get the excitement of unpacking it, seeing it again, and wonder why you brought it this time.
New state, new city, new neighborhood, new house. Think of, especially as we get older, of all the excitement of learning all those new places. You couldn’t remember how to get to the dentist in the old place, what’s different about the new one. There’s the fun and adventure of “exploring,” with or without GPS, you “explore” new places because they’re not where you thought they would be.
It’s a bit easier here in Florida. Like Milwaukee, the big water is to the east. In effect, there is no east, you only have 3 directions to get lost in.
You quickly get to check out all kinds of new eating places, 2-3 meals a day, because you haven’t found the box with the cooking stuff yet.
New doctors, dentists, etc., they’re even younger here than they were in the last place.
You also get to practice your manual skills every day. Nothing comes put together anymore. Furniture, appliances, modems, routers, vacuums, . . . . You have to assemble it all now. Who needs a hobby.
The electronic stuff, you unpack it, plug it in, turn it on and it works - if your degree is in electrical and computer engineering. Of course, you can go online and get help to set up anything, if you have figured out in the first place how to get the internet working in the new house. The hot spot in MacDonald’s is nice for a cup of coffee, but not hooking up the water line to your fridge.
So, all you settled folk. Boring. It ain’t over ’til it’s over, and your missing all the fun.
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