A Thank you as only my wife could say it.

Ah, the joys of moving.

We actually started packing something like two months ago when the first house was under contract. Well okay, it wasn’t exactly packing – more like intensive cleaning. I think the first thing we did was spend two days cleaning the garage. And when I say “we” I mean “me.” And when I say “clean the garage,” I mean put things in a different, somewhat less disorganized order.

My goal wasn’t to have everything packed the first week. I just wanted to get the clutter out of the way so we could actually start packing. It’s a good thing the contract on the first house fell through because it’s almost two months later and I’m still trying to organize in preparation for all the packing needing to be done. The problem is I’m not getting anywhere.

I get one room finished and as soon as my attention turns to the next room the previous room succumbs to a blitzkrieg of clutter. It must be an infestation. Definitely alive, and a predator of some sort, I think its plan is to wear out its future meal through exhaustion brought on by severe despair. I mean, just how many bags of “stuff” can one throw away, or give away, or stow away?

Just between you and me… I think the bags are scared because there don’t seem to be many left anymore. Maybe they’re hiding in boxes in the garage trying to make it through the move alive. Maybe they know something.

Maybe I should get to the garage while I still have a chance. I bet if I rearrange a few things I’ll find them…

The pressure of readership on the first day shouldn’t have come as surprise. But it did. (By the way, thanks to those of you who left comments).

It’s funny, I spent so much time helping my wife with her blog– building it, watching it grow, I just came to expect I’d have time to polish the prose a bit before getting out there. Also, I know part of the reason I kept silent for so long (apart from the occasional guest blog on her site) was I didn’t want to take away from her experience.

Mopsy set the bar high and it’s going to be hard to reach. Actually, she set several high bars including her commitment to publish something daily. But I have the motivation and, more important, the calling to write. So write I must. That’s not going to be easy for someone as reluctant as me, but I’ll take it one day at a time…

Well, here I am at last. The paint is still wet. I must be giddy from the fumes because I’m already starting to write. Expect a few tweaks and changes the next few days whilst I sort out how to manage this site. Nothing too major I assume.

Links will come shortly I had to at least put “mopsy” on the list. You’ll get the idea why soon enough. A few more sections will follow as well as some minor re-arranging. (I just gotta get the furniture right before I can sit down in this place – you know?)

TA – rblogger