“Like sands in the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” I remember being a young boy and being with my grandmother as she watched “her programs” and hearing that introduction. TV was more dramatic, and better, back then.
Where has the time gone?
Two weeks from today, I will wake up (hopefully) in NJ, where I will spend a few, short days with my parents. I will depart early on the 4th of July, driving eleven hours from NJ to Michigan and hopefully starting the final leg of my career, working with an old friend, on July 5th.
I’m driving. Alicia is flying. Rank does have it’s priviledge.
We are moving to a place that while it has four bedrooms, the floorspace is about a third of what we live in now.
As we clean out cabinets and closets, counters and tables (ones that haven’t been given away already) are filled with stuff, waiting to be sorted. And there is lots of stuff. . .and memories attached to each. My daily routine has been shattered. Like our Labs, I’m all about my routine. I’ll survive, thanks to my wife who has taken on the role of senior vice president in charge of relocation. Meanwhile, I keep working at my current position, up to the day before I drive from SC to NJ.
I might be the first person in modern history that was first, required to give sixty days notice if I was planning on leaving and then was kept working the entire sixty days! It has been just a wee bit awkward.
I will also note that today is my father’s 85th birthday. I will mention him in a little more detail tomorrow.
The goal for us is to survive the next thirty days. Close on the old house, move, help daughters get settled, set up a new place to live, learn my new role and to find where to buy groceries and Scotch.
Not any Scotch, but this one:
If you have never tried it, doesn’t the video make you curious? If you try it and don’t like it, you are welcome to send the unused portion to me and I promise that it will not go to waste.