Relative Something

We are now into the final days before Cyndie’s departure for Boston. Up to now, it has been all fun and games as we talk, and talk, about what is going to happen. Suddenly, we are faced with the reality that mere days remain before she leaves our current home to set up new residency in Boston. On Monday, she begins work with the Boston Public School system. She hasn’t even figured out how she is going to furnish her apartment yet.

Our current living room has become the central staging area for small items she is packing to ship to Boston. Every day I discover another room that has been purged of minutiae, as Cyndie is sweeping through the house, room by room, to clean areas that have been static for years, collecting select items to take to Boston. It is prime uncluttering mode. I hope I can pick up some of that vibe.

One thing that will definitely be uncluttered is our refrigerator. Or is it, my refrigerator. –We haven’t figured out how to refer to things yet. We are separating, but it’s not like we are actually separating!– I won’t be filling the refrigerator in the way that Cyndie fills a refrigerator. The cupboard will be another thing. It will be filled with bags of Ramen noodles and brimming with boxes of cereal. Or, I could take up cooking. …Naaaah.

Friday, my new diet begins.