And arrive they did exactly as schedule. There was the driver...and one young man who I would describe as a gentle giant. Between the two of them they off-loaded all of my furnishings in a wee bit over two hours. The gentle giant would lift three boxes heavy with books and walk them down the stairs as if those boxes were filled with feathers.
Then I spent the afternoon starting the chore of unpacking. I do not know why I was so grouchy while doing so. Maybe tired? It seems to me, though, that over a five hour period I got about 1/3 of it done. To now see my familiar belongings in this house brings closer to me the reality that I've now done this move from California to Wisconsin.
Someone asked me if there were any regrets. My first response is that there are no regrets. Just as there are the four seasons in the year so there are also seasons in our lives. I've loved loved loved living in San Francisco and the last 35 years of living there are so filled with wonderful memories as well as some painful memories...yet it was my wonderful home for all of those years. Now this is a different season of my life and my wee little house in the woods is meeting all my needs. First it is a quiet place of retreat. Second it is a place of recuperation from a lifetime of working. Lastly, it's an opportunity to explore new avenues...for although I am almost 70 years old, I am a vital man and I have so much to give and want to continue to be involved with life.
So, these are my thoughts for this 31st day of March, 2017.