I’m moving again.
I always knew this current
place would be a temporary stop. The last two places that I lived before this
place? Combined twenty-five years. It’s the longest I’ve ever lived anywhere.
Yet, in the last two years, I’ve been itching for my more transient lifestyle.
So, I am downsizing again
on my way to either a cabin in the woods or a van on the road. Not sure which
one yet. I have to live to retirement to find out.
In the meantime, I was
stellar at dumping stuff during my last move. This time I am working on things
that are precious to me: Do I really
need those rare books? Do I really need
those spare bookcases? Am I ever really
going to sew those masks now that it’s easy to buy the paper ones again and
Covid-19 is down 78%?
I’m still having a hard
time parting with games, though. I must’ve been having a super-hard time with
it during the last move because I have two complete sets of Scrabble; the 3-D
board that actually rotates from player to player.
As you know from previous
blogs and social media rants, no one wants anything. People literally cannot
give stuff away. So, for two weeks, the extra Scrabble game has been sitting
here, waiting for me to try and find it a home. But, I’m not crazy. I won’t
fall for that “free” shit on social media marketplace ever, ever again.
I may be a moron, but I’m
no fool.
I suppose if Covid-19 ever
ends, I could use the Scrabble game at school. Yeah, I guess that’s what I will
do. I’ll bring it to school to go with the Apples to Apples game and the other
games and toys I have stashed away waiting for normalcy to return.
Hopefully this stupid
virus, much like my house-hopping, will only be temporary. Who knows? Like
Covid-19, I’m rather unpredictable, too. That’s really not for me to worry
about right now.
Right now I have to pack
boxes. I’m on the road again, and it feels lighter.
