Tomorrow is closing day! The past few weeks have been a tornado of planning and activity, and the next two will be even worse. I’ve been wandering around a little shell-shocked, with a clipboard as constant companion.
Oddly, under the pressure of an external schedule, I have managed to complete dozens of small tasks that I had been putting off for months. Such as adjusting the striker plates on the front door so that the door closes tightly against the weather stripping. I feel slightly ridiculous about this, because in each completion lurks an awareness, “That wasn’t so bad. Why the hell didn’t I just do this already?” Motivation is a curious beast.
Of course, it also feels a little silly to have finally made so many changes that make this house more comfortable and enjoyable to live in, all within nine months of leaving it. But, to quote Rummy, “you go to war with the Army that you have. Not the army you might want or wish to have at a later time.” Or as my friend Kris so eloquently says, “Meh.”