Happy Sunday – almost ready for us to move

“the more I travel throughout the world, places such as Silicon Valley, the more I am convinced that we are not at the middle nor the end of a technological revolution rather, we’re at the beginning.” Zanny Minton Beddoes is the Editor-in-Chief of The Economist

That is the current thinking from the tip of The Economist. And my thinking; where can I hire brutes with the most amazing backs, shoulders, and biceps to assist in our move? I think I found them.

So, what all does that mean?

It means that while some of us move civilization forward with great ideas and insight, there are others. Others such as me, those who move their family onward through brutish brawn, strong backs, etc., etc.

Moving – Hence, tomorrow morning, I’m picking up a large rental truck. A local mover will, at the same time, send over a crew. By noon we should be moved in – and we better be; the kids are all coming over for dinner (yup, not to worry, it’ll be take-out or ‘take-away’ for you Brits). By the way, it was all Marcia’s idea.

The whole process has been much like that old Iron Butterfly song; InaGaddadaVida – once it starts it never seems to end.

Oh sure, you wish that it would end, but at the same time, you didn’t really want it to finish now, did you?

At this point what is spurring us on is the fact that our house looks like a tornado blew through.

Then, to help, we needed to get some grocery shopping done. Yesterday we did just that, and took the whole load to the new digs. I guess that act could be written up as the ‘coup de grâce’ to our moving adventure.

Though the coffee was still brewed at the old homestead this morning – whew!

Busses for Jurists – a while back I wrote that I’d been selected for Jury duty. Tuesday morning I have to report. I also wrote that the Jurist management process in our county has changed little since to forties of the last century. It means that I have to fight rush-hour traffic, find a suitable parking lot in the city-center, and then walk to the Court House for two weeks if selected.

At some point it dawned on me that we have a bus stop mere feet from our new front door, and a bus which provides a strait run into the city. OK, I started exploring the schedules. Somewhere buried on the on-line pages my eye caught a smallish item – Fare Deal Card.

The Fare Deal Card is for those of us who have reached a ‘certain’ age and offers half-price fares. The Dutch in me stormed front and center. So, Wednesday morning Marcia and I sat in a little office, bantered with a lovely and friendly clerk, and swore by our pinkies that we were true geezers. Yesterday we both had our passes. My nephew Nick M would be very proud!

Fini – This post is short, but then there is a lot to do.

Stay safe and be well, make it a great week.

Cheers.

Dirk