As Earl watched the Chicago Bears trounce the Detroit Lions, I set about to make our home livable for the next five weeks, even though we have little furniture and many boxes. The construction of our next home won’t be finished until the end of October, which means we’re camping out . . . in.
Why did we send the excess furniture away so soon? Because the auction house wanted time to photograph it, put it on the Internet for marketing purposes, and help us get the best dollar we can for the items involved even though the auction itself isn’t for another three weeks.
It was fine with me. I see now that the actual move from here to our new place will be easier and quicker because all the things that didn’t make the cut are already gone. It’s a slow death approach to moving (as opposed to gritting one’s teeth, packing everything up, and taking it with), but so far it’s working.
Even though there’s only one chair on our living room, I arranged it so that I can watch a fire in the fireplace with a lamp on my left for reading and a little table on my right for holding my current book. I’ll ignore the north corner where boxes are stacked and waiting to be put on a truck.
The room sounds hollow, understandably, when I play piano; but that’s all right. At least I can play through all this.
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