Robins teeter as they hop rock to rock on my patio, defying logic that such a rotund creature on spindly legs doesn’t fall over in a heap. They are an early morning amusement. My habit is to give thanks upon rising and before sleep at night: for the birds and their song and the “almost looks neon but that can’t be!” green on the grass and woods beyond…
…for warmer temperatures that makes working in the spring garden easy. These small gifts are most welcome and make the transition to the dreary northeast
a little easier. Leaving and missing Mexico and returning to much spring snow in March was a strong cocktail that left me – hungover?… dazed?… confused?
Now that I have made the decision to sell my house and land and move abroad I am eager to find, like my robin friend, stable footing in my rolling sea of “to-dos”. The most pressing items deal with getting the final approvals from the town to sub-divide the land. The other day I sent out 11 certified mail announcements of a public hearing so my neighbors get an opportunity to weigh in on the sub-division. Then my wonderful yard man – Gilberto – worked 2 late afternoons wielding a machete to clear brush (skin shredding thorny sticker bushes) in an attempt to rough in where the driveway for the 2 new lots will sit. The town came out soon after to walk the property and see what they think compared to the prepared drawings already filed. When all goes according to plan I should have permissions by late June. Then my house can go on the market.
I know it will sell quickly. omg / yikes/ holy shit
And the list grows: renew my passport (along with the required 10 year older passport photo…did you know that you can’t smile in your picture anymore?! I guess that is how they catch the bad guys…); apply for global entry; explore international health insurance; decide: do I need an international driver’s license? Each task a stepping stone, I can’t envision all that is to come but these stones create a path: one stone nudging me to consider another stone that hadn’t made the initial list. Last month found me home – no consulting work in Stamford – with plenty of time for calls and errands. The free shredding day at the local library pushed me to dig through my files… keep the closing papers of a 2006 coop purchase in Brooklyn? How about notes from Noah and Tammy’s wedding? Anything – at all – from years of working in education? Or at SRA/McGraw-Hill?
Clicking empty file drawers closed… another stone.
As for work…I finish my consultancy in Stamford next month. The curtain falls on a temporary gig that has sustained me since 2009. My newly renovated diet (no grains and sugar after a lifetime of baking and enjoying them…sigh) has made me a very different sleeper with intensely vivid dreams. From the few sketchy details I remember it seems I am burning the midnight oil to produce a diorama of possibilities: work that is portable, creative, in which I write, take pictures, and find ways to allow money to fall into my lap… and something with monkeys, but then I think that dream was just messing with me 🙂