Relative Something

I must admit, I can be oblivious to a lot of things, but last night when I was helping Cyndie load some things into the pod to be shipped to Boston, I saw stuff I didn’t recognize ever seeing in our house before. Where have I been for the last 20+ years that we’ve lived here? At least I don’t have any reason to worry that I might miss the stuff she is taking.

It is pretty much common knowledge that moving from one house to another is a great way to assess your level of clutterness, and a really effective incentive for uncluttering. We have been in one place long enough to have allowed a lot of unnecessary stuff to accumulate. It wasn’t that long ago that we ordered a dumpster to unload boxes and boxes of paperwork that Cyndie had been storing from her college years. In addition to having become pretty outdated, some of that was beginning to show signs of unhealthy growth.

Today, you can’t even tell where all those boxes came from. There is no big open area in our crawl space where the boxes had been. New accumulation has somehow migrated into that spot such that we could probably do with another dumpster about now.

Since Cyndie is officially starting her new position on Monday, I think it is safe to announce the job she has accepted. It has been a drawn out process, and I was waiting for the possibility of an official announcement from the Boston school district. She has signed a contract for the position of Chief Academic Officer of Boston Public Schools. I reckon she will be one busy worker bee out there, and our separate residences will end up being a non-issue. It’s not like she will be lounging around her apartment all day, every day, feeling lonely. More likely, especially based on her usual mode of operation, she will be working 18-hour days and barely pausing long enough to get a too-short night’s sleep.

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On an unrelated horse note… we learned yesterday that one of the horses Cyndie has been spending time with, one which told Cyndie he was going to die soon, did just that yesterday. Goliath had told Cyndie that he needed her to tell the owner this news, to give her warning of what was to come. Cyndie wasn’t quite sure about this, but he was insistent that she tell. Cyndie was seated in her wheel chair at the time, and snapped this photo of him as he was giving her a look of urgency that this was the time to break the news.