We’ve (my girlfriend and me, for those who haven’t been paying rapt attention) decided that we have played house long enough and it’s time to actually live together. We kept trying to be sensible adults and take things s-l-o-w, letting the world know that, yeah, for sure, we’re being really careful and working out all of the details and, … and, … and the hell with all of that. Seriously, it’s not like we’re young kids anymore, prone to mistakes created by exuberant youth and boundless enthusiasm. Nope, we’re (very) mature adults and while still exuberant, it’s definitely at a lesser level than it was when we were in our 20’s. And our enthusiasm is still boundless … it just takes a little longer to wander towards the outer edges of common sense.
But, we did do the “adult” thing and worked out some details about who is paying for what and who is doing this and who won’t be doing that, then promptly decided that neither one of us really gives a darn about any of it one way or the other. Nonetheless, we DID have the discussion and worked out the details … not our fault if we don’t pay any attention to it, right? And all along we did everything the right way … We phone dated for almost 2 months before we even met face-to-face, we completely behaved ourselves the first two dates (sorry kids, is that TMI??), we carefully introduced the presence of each other to friends and family … I mean, come on! We HAVE been mature grown-ups through it all. If we mess up now, we figured we’ll let the kids yell at us if we’re doing something wrong, it’s their turn to have stress, right?
So now I have to move my junk. Honestly, we don’t need very much of it and even more honestly, I don’t care about too much of it. My list of stuff to move isn’t too impressive so far:
– Metal rack wheels with brakes (to put on a new rack I’m going to build)
– A USB to VGA cable to replace my broken one (my monitor isn’t working very well) (I use two monitors, pretty sharp for an old guy, huh?) (I’ll probably bring the broken cable, too, ’cause I do things like that a lot)
– Mixer (not a crummy one, either, a KitchenAid with some attachments … I think there are attachments, but now I’m not sure)
– 4 pictures, including one of Richard Nixon
– Piece of paper with the date of Madison’s rabies shot
– An iron (it’s a fancy one, lays flat and rises on its own when not touched) (seriously)
– A bell chime that belonged to Steve
– Piece of paper with the dimensions of an opening in a cabinet for a new microwave (her microwave crapped out and there is just an old small one in the open space) (I’m going to find a new one) (big spender, she gives me a house – I give her a microwave)
– Socks and three handkerchiefs
Not much of a start, is it? I don’t think I need to contact Mayflower Moving just yet. Of course, I need to move my basses, but there is no need to list them down on a piece of paper. Now, this list will change and grow a bit in a few weeks. My girlfriend is coming north to NJ with me in early November to attend Katie’s wedding (my niece) and once she gets a chance to really see everything I own, and after she stops convulsing with laughter, I’m pretty sure she’ll be adding stuff onto the list … I have a pretty good supply of Bounty paper towels and some extra Finish dish washer tablets that I know she is going to zero in on real quick …
In preparation for the big move, I installed a security camera “system” that I can watch with my cell phone. It’s pretty sweet, Laura helped me install it (a.k.a. plugged it in) and we had a chuckle or two looking at it last night. It also has a speaker so if a crook is trying to steal anything, I can shout encouragement from the deep pines of Georgia and make sure they take it all so I can collect on the insurance.
I’m all set to move, though. Pretty soon it’ll be me and Maddie driving south, loaded up with basses, rack wheels, a fancy iron and Bounty towels, ready to start a new life in Georgia in a beautiful new home with a beautiful new life partner. We can’t wait!!