Yours portly has begun his glorious Spring Break. In years past, it’d be dedicated to nonstop indolence and self-indulgence (or, during my school maintenance years, to making some extra scratch). Now Dr. Wife and I are working on getting the house unpacked and put into place.
We put a good dent into things this weekend, although there is still much left to do. We managed to get quite a bit done in the kitchen, and last night I took some time to get my old stereo system and record player setup in my office.
I also purged a massive number of old CD cases (and some CDs), some of which I have not listened to in years (but I did keep my vast, nearly-complete collection of Rush CDs). Ever since moving, our goal has been to reduce our clutter as much as possible. I come from a long line of nesters, with a lot of “antique maximalists” (to use my sister-in-law’s phrase) in our family lineage. I’ve endeavored to keep the best stuff, sell the good stuff, and give away the dross. Even so, we’re still finding stuff from both of our old homes that, as we combine households, we just don’t need anymore.
Today I’m out of the house and running errands down in the “big city”—Florence, South Carolina. Murphy is getting a much-needed bath and nail trim. While she’s getting the spa treatment, I’ve been taking care of the “to-do” list.
