What kind of web site is it that never changes? Whatever kind it is, you have it at TheGraphicOnline.com.

Sorry. I’ll try apologize by telling you that I’ve been distracted by two demanding requirements, one painful and the other worthwhile. The worthwhile one is all the time it takes to re-start the Third Grade Academy, which some of you know I’ll been associated with. It seems to call for meetings on top of meetings to get everything going, and I don’t begrudge any time spent on that. But it starts tomorrow (June 29) so maybe that will free-up some time. The other is Moving, which is much less rewarding, so I’ll just bring you up-to-date with a brief report.

Yes, we’re moving. Where else? Friends Fellowship Community. When you get as old as Faye and I are, you either go to Florida or FFC, and we don’t like Florida. Actually, I never wanted to move. I wanted for them to come and carry me out when the time came, but my helpmate thinks we should join those old people out at that fur-lined warehouse. So we’re going, but not until about October.

However, you can’t just move out. You have to get rid of things. After 51 years in the same house, even we were surprised to find how much junk we had accumulated, real valuable junk, of course. When the real estate agent visited us, she said, “If you want to try to sell this place, you have to get rid of all the clutter.” Clutter? She’s talking about our lives! Of course, we first tried to give it all away to our kids. One thing you find out real quick is: Your children don’t want any of it; they already have their own “clutter.” Everything we look at in this house requires an emotional decision: 1) Keep it, 2) Throw it away, or 3) Put it aside for a garage sale. We can’t take much with us, we hate to throw away any of that valuable junk, and there isn’t much that any rational person would want to buy.

Oh yes, then the real estate agent started pointing out things about the premises that could kill any sale. The result was that we’ve been trying to fix things up that didn’t bother us before, and a small army of eager home improvement people have been infesting our previously pretty good place. When they all get done, we’ll have the property just the way we’ve always wanted it — and we’ll be ready to move out.

Well, you didn’t want to hear all that, but it was the only excuse I could think of right now. Next time, I’ll have to think of a different excuse.

Meanwhile, I’ll appreciate it if anyone who happens to read this (on purpose or by accident) will write with your comments. Maybe we can get something going.

–Vic Jose

Vic Jose :: Jun.28.2009 :: Uncategorized :: 1 Comment »