| Transitions and Travel |
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| Written by Brian Hogue |
| Tuesday, 23 June 2009 20:20 |
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I am marrying into a clan of strong women. After a heroic 1300+ mile drive made by my beloved in a gigantic truck, she, her sister, and her mother offloaded the various detritus of my life in California into a storage unit, and then manhandled a queen sized bed into the house. Me, I moved some clothing, bedding and similar things. I herded dogs at the house; I got the sandwiches and water, and I'll be taking them out for dinner tomorrow. But that's about what I can do without damaging myself, and as Teace says, she has plans for me that don't involve hospitalization. We're up here now, staying with Carolyn (Teace's mom) for a few days-- maybe a week or two for recovery-- while I hunt for a house or apartment for us; preferably a house, definitely a place that can deal with a slightly nervous, very large, but utterly sweet rescued dog and a lovely elderly lady kitty. These are non-negotiable; other than that, we've got furniture if we need it, including bookshelves (and more books to store in there than perhaps even I know what to do with). I have a few days to get used to it all; spread out but not sprawling; trees-- forests-- everywhere. Beautiful mountains of a character quite different from home; sparkling water and wondrous beauty everywhere. Yes, including you, dearheart Teace; you bring smile after smile,
This is my new home. I've been here before, but everything is different now; not just the exhaustion and zoning of the road, but an absorption. Before, this was background to the animation and excitement and future and desire and joy and inspiration that is my Teace. Now, this is where I intend to live, to be, to grow, for the rest of my life. I am moving here. This is not background; it is foreground. |
