This is the week.

The movers are coming today to pack all my stuff. Tuesday they load it, Wednesday I finish what house repairs I can, and on Thursday, I'm on the road.

Sometime in that process, they'll take the computer and I'll be off-line, save for iPad updates enroute.

As much as I'm happy about the new job and locale, I realize now that I'm going to be leaving a lot of really great people behind. I have a lot of friends here at my church, at work, in the neighborhood, and all my shooting buddies...I'll miss them and some of them were probably telling the truth when they say that they'll miss me. So I go with some sadness, too.

I've spent eleven years in this house. Like most around here, I bought when the market was high and I'll be lucky to break even today even after eleven years of payments. And some time during that eleven years, I acquired a lot of stuff that I don't recall having to move before. When I moved in, all my worldly goods fit in one medium-sized moving van and my Dad, gone now, helped me make the move in a day. This time I think I've disposed of more stuff than would have fit in that truck, and I still have a couple of train car loads left that has to come with.

Now I've got to oversee the packing and loading of all that stuff. Then I've got to get a trailer for the stuff that I'm not entrusting to the movers. You can guess what that is. And for moving help and enroute security, I'm bringing down the best armed lawyer that I can afford, because lawyers can come in pretty handy in the south.



No, I won't have that one. I can't afford him. I got Aaron from The Shekel coming instead. So I'm getting ready for that two-day discussion of his favorite topic, the Rule against Perpetuities.

And of course the dogs will be riding with us for two whole days as well, so I've got that going for me, too.

I'm wondering if it's not too late to ask for my old job back.