Where was I? Oh yes, moving....

o, now that I have started this, let me elaborate. When you move, you bring all of your hopes, desires, along with your baggage with you to the new place. You lay it all out in a new enviornment and expect the fresh salty sea air to change the neurons and protons in your brain. Or you expect that you will see things differently. Or maybe with a new job or new spouse, mate, that things will be different enough for that "big change" to occur to make things different. But what we all forget is the one thing that is always happening is we are different every moment. No it is not really profound. Just the reality of time. We just need to be cognizant of it. Science tells us that the one constant is that all things change. Yet we as humans make the same mistakes over and over thnking that we will get a different result. What has this to do with moving? I watched someone try to take a chair through a doorway five times when the first four times it didn't fit. And never once did they change the way they were trying to take it through the door. Understandably they didn't want to take it upstairs through the sliding glass doors that are bigger and then back down the stairs but it fit that way.
I do know that I myself have those habits that I keep doing that are so self humiliatingly insane, but human. I know that I am smarter than that, even sometimes as I do it, but, what am I but human? As I moved this time I wanted to throw out so much of what I had collected over the years, mostly because I didn't want to lug it all up stairs and move it to the new house that was smaller (downsizing, who ever thought of that!). But as I went through things, the memories of trips to Mesa Verde and Yosemite came roaring back in full color and detail. I remembered the moose that almost made us run off the road in Colorado who could have cared less that he was in the middle of that road when we slammed on the brakes. I wanted to get out to take a picture of the majestic beast but it was getting dark. Patty was afraid we could have an accident on the side of that mountain there. That was the one and only trip we took with Cal's sister Patty before she died. So, I ended up keeping all those little magnets on the refridgerator, and all the trinkets that are collecting dust on a shelf. They don't mean much to anyone but us, but they do remind me of the great times and places we have visited.
Hopefully I will share some of those on this blog with those that want to remember or hear about them too.
Coy