All back, all better, thanks for waiting.

So, since last we corresponded in any meaningful way, I: * Went to New Hampshire to camp with two of my absolute favorite people * Moved (not my favorite thing to do, but I seem to do it a lot) * Went back to New Hampshire to micro-camp (one night) mostly so I could hang …

We are mostly moved; we are still married

This is what your house looks like in a storage bin, and this isn’t even all your house. You still have clothes, the assorted rugs, all the kitchen stuff, and probably some stuff in the basement, too. But if you were to stack your stuff for an awesome funeral pyre, it would look like this: …

By the time you read this, I will be…well, I don’t know.

We picked today — the first day in weeks with rain forecast — to move our heavy stuff to storage, while we get ready to move into our furnished summer cottage in a town about a half-hour from here. We’re pretty sure we sold the house. We’re pretty sure the closing is Friday. We’re completely …

I’m fine, thanks

A few years before she died, my grandmother started giving me stuff at every visit. It wasn’t fancy stuff. My grandmother wasn’t fancy. It was more like dish towels and the occasional knick-knack. I tried to talk her out of it. It felt ghoulish, like she was preparing to die and didn’t want all this …