Well.
Today is the last day of summer. I thought it (the 21st) was the first day of autumn, but no, it seems to move from year to year.
A good omen, though, beginning the move to my new base on the first day of a new season.
The closet of my temporary base in Missouri is empty.
My mother's garage no longer stores my camping gear; it is now lined up alongside my car, ready for loading.
Suitcases packed.
Chacha packed. I wonder if there are Georgians in Alamogordo. If I find any, I will share Neli and Irakli's fine chacha with them. (This time last year I was just starting to teach at the school in Rustavi.)
All of my worldly belongings - all of my tangible property - will be in my car. If something doesn't fit, then it'll have to go to a new home.
This afternoon, I took a box of children's books to the local Adoption and Foster Care Support Group. The group will either sell them at a fundraising event soon or distribute them to kids in the system. Whatever they do works for me. I'd bought them to take to "my" school in Rustavi, but I just couldn't make them fit in my luggage, so I had to leave these behind.
My mother made me a special farewell lunch (and last night made me a special farewell dinner).
Tonight my daughter, son-in-law, and I will share in a mutual send-off, as I leave for New Mexico and they on a cruise.
Later:
Got everything into the car with only two sacrifices.
Insanely, I still have a bin of my paperback sci-fi classics. I had to take these books out of the plastic bin they were in and put them in a bag, leaving the bin for a family member to claim. I'll slowly release these books into the wild as I cross America and New Mexico.
Earlier in the day, I realized a cooler had bit the dust, so I've laid it to rest.
Today is the last day of summer. I thought it (the 21st) was the first day of autumn, but no, it seems to move from year to year.
A good omen, though, beginning the move to my new base on the first day of a new season.
The closet of my temporary base in Missouri is empty.
My mother's garage no longer stores my camping gear; it is now lined up alongside my car, ready for loading.
Suitcases packed.
Chacha packed. I wonder if there are Georgians in Alamogordo. If I find any, I will share Neli and Irakli's fine chacha with them. (This time last year I was just starting to teach at the school in Rustavi.)
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| Irakli, who makes fine chacha in Kardanakhi |
All of my worldly belongings - all of my tangible property - will be in my car. If something doesn't fit, then it'll have to go to a new home.
This afternoon, I took a box of children's books to the local Adoption and Foster Care Support Group. The group will either sell them at a fundraising event soon or distribute them to kids in the system. Whatever they do works for me. I'd bought them to take to "my" school in Rustavi, but I just couldn't make them fit in my luggage, so I had to leave these behind.
My mother made me a special farewell lunch (and last night made me a special farewell dinner).
Tonight my daughter, son-in-law, and I will share in a mutual send-off, as I leave for New Mexico and they on a cruise.
Later:
Got everything into the car with only two sacrifices.
Insanely, I still have a bin of my paperback sci-fi classics. I had to take these books out of the plastic bin they were in and put them in a bag, leaving the bin for a family member to claim. I'll slowly release these books into the wild as I cross America and New Mexico.
Earlier in the day, I realized a cooler had bit the dust, so I've laid it to rest.
2 comments:
"... sometimes defined as grape brandy or grappa, sometimes as grape vodka..." hmmm...now I like the sound of this! LOL
Have a safe journey down here!
Well today is the day! Your mind is clear and crisp and focused. Be wide open for this new phase in your life, it has been a long time coming.
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