Three days of the dove

As far as movie references go, I thought that a condor (from the title of this post, silly) would not convey the tone of this essay. Why a dove? The dove represents to me God’s love and blessing, heralding good news. And the good news is that M and I are still in one piece, still plugging away at the house we are renting, with our wedding only three days away. How do we do it?

Let’s face it, the expectations for such a whirlwind four weeks are to be beside ourselves by now. After all, selling a house, moving out of it into a (smaller) house, and getting married is a lot to handle. But with the confidence that God has laid the path for us, we are not stressed (much.) As one of my friends recently remarked, “Aren’t you beside yourself now?” I replied, “If I was beside myself, I’d make use of those two extra hands.”

Here in the new blog house, I am sitting on the floor in my study, typing this missive, and if you need to know, am in my pajamas. The neatly organized study of my former house is now a jumble of boxes and wires, seemingly tossed into the room in random chaos. That’s because the bookcases I lovingly made for the former workspace couldn’t be brought out of the room last Saturday, when we moved most of the stuff out of my house.

Oh, we did move some of the tall red-oak cases; my audio stack and the CD case. The latter, being only six inches deep, was able to make the turns out of the study to go downstairs. The audio cabinet had to be flown out of a second story window to waiting hands on the ground. This was a video moment if there ever was one, as the case weighed over 150 pounds. My friend Stan and I held the ropes upstairs, while friend Chuck and his sons waited down below. We didn’t break anything, and it is now half loaded with equipment here in the blog house.

Everything else in the house has stopped now, as my buyer has indicated that she wants to close on Friday. My to-do list exceeds the memory of my PDA, in cleaning out the house. So, I must take a circular saw and cut off 18″ of the top of the cases so they can be moved out. And I am moving two things I thought I was going to get rid of before this: two wing-back chairs and a 50s porcelain-top table and chairs. No takers. Today will be a day of surgery on the bookcases, and moving out all tonight with my brother-in-law and his pickup. Oh, and did I mention that I am getting married in three days?

The wedding plans have been put on a list, so we won’t forget anything, like the cards and renumeration for the pastors, the checkbook to pay the reception, gasing up the cars, and making arrangements for rides to the church to get us there on time. The weather will be gorgeous, and the foliage in New Hampshire, sumptuous. Everybody seems to be all set, and that’s good, because our minds are not on that day just yet; we have to get this house emptied by Friday, when we presumably close on the house, then drive to Massachusetts to get the flowers, then drive to the reception place to deliver flowers and to the church to decorate it. Remember that this is the day before our wedding.

So, blog posting may be light (but you are used to that by now, aren’t you?) and I will report back later this week, I hope.

A la prochaine!