Moments in Time

May morning.  The Oxford revellers surely back to bed, while you use the cover of darkness to leave the last of the possessions in the garbage below.  Now a final toast of Guinness before we say goodbye, and forward.

It is a fond farewell.  Many escapades hatched here, stories and dreams, basically all realized.  If there were any goals on moving in, surely they’ve all been met in moving out.  Never did fix that dining room table floor light.  Never changed out the bedroom closet, never fixed the racks or hired an electrician or a plumber.  All left to Ring, the saviour of this crazy moving plan, the cog in the machinery that makes it work.

Must off to do the taxes, finalize the April hours, busy on top of busy, as the hot tub maintenance gets overlooked.  The stress of that, and the Walmart assembly, laughable when compared to the task ahead, the raising and nurturing of a life.  This morning, now, the move complete, I feel ready.  One year from the Canadian arrival and how much has been accomplished.  Surreal in its scope, natural in its evolution, on the mind more so than anything.

So much to write about, and write we shall.  If you can’t do it there, you can’t do it anywhere.

See you, 601.  Through it all, you were most fabulous.