Relative Something

All things in good time. Last night we received notice of the second push-out for our closing date. I am not surprised, but it does knock you in the gut to have the target for such a big move get delayed. I have no doubt that we will be able to put that extra time to good use.

We are mulling over price quotes from moving companies, and contemplating the intricate detail of actually packing every thing we own. It is time to go beyond talking and writing about de-cluttering, we need to seriously begin culling our possessions. I gave away some big books last night! That’s a start.

The timing of our closing date will be impacting the cost of our move. If it pushes us to a weekend delivery, or storage of a full trailer, the dollars go up. All it takes is one person to have a conflict with the date, and we are back in negotiation for the next alternative. We were asked for a Friday, and pushed back, asking for a day earlier. I don’t envy this part of the realtor’s job.

I am wrestling with the decision about a tractor. The one we were offered to buy, which is currently on the property, is more tractor than I picture myself needing. Determining what I will need is a mental exercise in which I am not well-practiced. Some online research led me to Tractor Supply Co., which doesn’t sell tractors, but seems to offer everything else we could possibly need for our new place. I let myself wander through pages of merchandise and discovered items that triggered thoughts about a multitude of projects that likely lie ahead for us. It was sobering. But, it didn’t get me any closer to deciding what I want in a tractor.

Worrying about the wide variety of items to be purchased in the ongoing operation of our “farm” felt a little like putting the cart before the horse, so to speak. We don’t have a horse yet. We don’t even have the farm yet.

I hope we get the closing date figured out before the snow flies. I haven’t figured out what I will use to plow the driveway yet.