by Warren Bull
My wife, Judy and I moved to Portland, Oregon on Christmas day. The flight was not full and the fare
was much cheaper than for other days around that date. Since then I have been moving my electronic
addresses and finances. I have also been starting my new connections such as at the bank and the
library. Separating from friends and my writing life is harder. Finding new friends and a new writing
community will take time.
One thing that did not move is the furniture and possessions that we were told by the moving van
people would arrive on January 6. Next when the truck was three days late, the moving company staff
members told us the truck should arrive on the 18th. On the 13th, we got a call saying the driver
assigned to pick up our load found that his cargo was already overweight. He left our things in the
We have minimal possessions here, expecting the major shipment to follow us closely. I have three
pairs of boxers. We have three spoons. I suppose if I were more philosophical I might be more
sanguine about it. Ah, for the simple life. But I want my stuff. I want to have comfort in my condo. I
want to have my keyboard, even if I just plunk out tunes one note at a time. I want my computer with
the record of my submissions and publications
I don’t want to wash dishes and do laundry every other day.
The remodelers are also not finished but they have almost completed their work. I’m more relaxed
about them. I like the workers. What they have completed has been very well done. I might feel the
same about the movers if they had brought almost everything.
I want more than three spoons.