I thought I’d close out the week with one final update about the big move. This will be the 3rd in my little trilogy of posts. Sans ewokes. After the day of the actual move, which took far longer than expected, I ended up taking another day off in order to stay home and get some sort of moderate order in place. In addition, both the cable and the phone companies were scheduled to come address their respective setups, and both of them were situations where I wanted to be on hand in order to ensure that the right outcomes were achieved.
I started the day driving to the old house, where a number of belongings remain for an upcoming garage sale, as well as some small random items I still needed to collect. Also, the DSL was still up and running there, so I was able to contact work, address some critical emails and most importantly, download LOST for my wife.
I then went back and started getting my clothing in order. Man that felt good, and having a well designed closet organizer is really great for an anal retentive type such as myself. I fixed the closet doors that were hung a bit unevenly. The phone guy arrived and determined the line issue was there problem, so it was fixed at no charge. The cable guy then arrived and made quick work of getting us up and running, including running and installing cable to a new location. I got the wireless network in place, installed and updated the TiVo’s to the new network settings, setup the clothes dryer with a temporary venting solution, removed and wrapped up glass shower doors from the hall bathroom (which greatly impede the twin-bathing experience so conducive to a shower curtain environment) and upon realizing it was ‘garbage night’, put out the trash.
It was at that moment that i realized I should get the front lawn mowed, which it desperately needed, so I could get the grass clippings taken away the following day. I started doing so, letting the kids come outside and watch. Shortly after I’d started, my daughter had her toy mower in hand and was walking behind me, pushing hers in the path mine had just cut. It was beyond adorable. I was something out of a Kodak commercial. Then they both took to their bikes and started riding up and down on the sidewalk of our dead-end street. And what really sunk in at that moment was that the experience of them playing in the front yard, riding bikes along the sidewalk, down a house or two, stopping to pick up dandelions from a neighbors yard in order to blow the seeds while making wishes, was exactly what drew us to buying the last house on a dead end street.
This feels right.
