Advance to the rear...
From the song "Everything Must Go" on the Steely Dan album of the same name:
"It's high time for a walk on the real side.
Let's admit the bastards beat us..."
My freelance consulting is not supporting me in the style to which I've become accustomed... and I've become accustomed to some pretty austere living. So it's time, as we used to say in the Cav, to "move with a sense of purpose". I've been offered sanctuary by my sister and her family, and being something of a Victorian romantic, it amuses me to think of myself as "the insane relative in the attic".
I'd feel much worse about this turn of events if I hadn't heard on the news that a full 10% of the currently unemployed are moving in with family (how many more would be if they had family to move in with?). I'm actually what statisticians call "under employed", since I still have a couple of clients doing business. In truth, that just delayed my admitting the seriousness of the decline. Oh well...
There are two aspects of this move that should prove "interesting" as it unfolds. The first will be to discover just how much of my accumulated "stuff" will be able to stay with me... Packing is always a process of elimination... "Do I ever want to have to move this thing again?" crops up often. What goes on the truck will be stuff I really would be sad to part with. At least I will know the answer to that question shortly after I park the U-Haul in front of the house.
The second aspect will be an ongoing process. I've been living in relative isolation for quite some time - far too long, actually. Soon, I'm going to be part of a family. This will take some adjusting...
"It's high time for a walk on the real side.
Let's admit the bastards beat us..."
My freelance consulting is not supporting me in the style to which I've become accustomed... and I've become accustomed to some pretty austere living. So it's time, as we used to say in the Cav, to "move with a sense of purpose". I've been offered sanctuary by my sister and her family, and being something of a Victorian romantic, it amuses me to think of myself as "the insane relative in the attic".
I'd feel much worse about this turn of events if I hadn't heard on the news that a full 10% of the currently unemployed are moving in with family (how many more would be if they had family to move in with?). I'm actually what statisticians call "under employed", since I still have a couple of clients doing business. In truth, that just delayed my admitting the seriousness of the decline. Oh well...
There are two aspects of this move that should prove "interesting" as it unfolds. The first will be to discover just how much of my accumulated "stuff" will be able to stay with me... Packing is always a process of elimination... "Do I ever want to have to move this thing again?" crops up often. What goes on the truck will be stuff I really would be sad to part with. At least I will know the answer to that question shortly after I park the U-Haul in front of the house.
The second aspect will be an ongoing process. I've been living in relative isolation for quite some time - far too long, actually. Soon, I'm going to be part of a family. This will take some adjusting...