Yesterday was the last day we will ever receive mail at this house. Yesterday was the last day I will ever do laundry at this house. Here is a photo from the front of our soon to be ex-house, taken the day we tentatively agreed to sell it two months ago.
I guess I should show an “after” picture as in after all of the stucco and other work has been completed, but what difference does it make now? This is how the house looked virtually every day we lived in it.
I must admit I am in a most foul mood. Some of the reasons are better left unwritten. Some of my mood comes from the realization that we are really leaving this wonderful house in which we’ve lived for 3,758 days including today. (We lived in our last house for only 607 days. OCD + Math Ability&Affinity = Day Counting)
My friend, psychologist Richard Segal (who is no longer among the living), told me on more than one occasion that prisoners nearing the end of a long-term sentence are often depressed. Most people have an attachment to the status quo, even people in prison. Imagine, then, what it is like to leave this wonderful house, even with the major repairs that were needed to close the sale.
Today is the last day I will post until after we move. Tomorrow, I will have to return our cable modem so we will not have good Internet access. I wish I had something profound and memorable to write. However, I have aged 10 years in the last four months and this has taken a toll on (what’s left of) my mental acuity. While I understand the implication, I really hope this is the last move I ever make.
I will leave you with a picture of my beloved Z06 and links to some posts. If I had to put a date on my return to posting, it would be around November 10. Please don’t forget this blog. Thanks for reading.
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