The Moving Diaries

A couple of days behind, that would characterize the move so far.  I was laid low by some vicious bug in late April and did not get as much packed and sorted as I wanted.  Many thanks to Jan Laansma for her help.

On to the move move:  departed Loran Road on 17th May - rode fifteen hours in the Merry Oldsmobile without being entirely crippled up, so mark it as a victory.  Second victory - scored Neil Young tickets for Red Rocks concert.  August 5th.  This equates for Bill to my delight at being able to see Leonard Cohen, so is a VERY big deal.

Arrived six-ish, went to O'Malley's after a beer at home and called it a day.  Leigh has done a wonderful job keeping the house presentable.

First full day in Palmer Lake:  Good news, bad news.  Murphy's Law is operable.  Tim Eckert came over to grade the driveway - rock looks so much better, the ditches on the east side of the driveway have been filled.  Yeah!  On the downside - looks as if we had a leak in the south outside faucet - well, we do.  Period.  Driveway operation suspended for plumbing project.  Good news:  we think we don't have to replace the front door.  Bad news: looks like another project to adjust the fit.  All about the fitment.

Day Two:  Up and at 'em.  Mom to make cookies - does anything smell better than fresh baking?  Out of flour.  Hmmm.

moving on

I am moving from my Colorado home of nearly 24 years (35 years in Colorado).  The house is in disarray, many familiar objects packed, unfamiliar echoes in emptier rooms.  My old fat bastard cat, Boris, and the irrepressible Lab, Monique, cautiously prowl their disrupted environs.

animals always know
something's
up

cats switch their tails
dogs look questioningly
- as only dogs, especially Labs, can look -

there's a plaintive meow,
a rubbing against my leg
a paw on my lap

allowances are made
for petting
and cat business is left
unattended

the dog plops at my feet,
grounding me
in familiar places

it's as if they've already heard
the strain of the moving van
grinding past the corner
of Virgina and Suncrest,
rounding the sharp corner
and down-shifting
into their lives

No Poem Today

no poem today
no dancing pen
no muse has come
no spark, but then
no day is spent with
no thought
in rhyme; but today
no blank verse calls
no iambic time
no brief haiku
No! I'm through

Thanks to Marilyn Krysl who suggests this writing exercise on her website:  write a poem where each line starts with 'no.'