The wheel of the year has turned twice since I wrote about the Star Magnolia, and again the talk is of moving. This time, the move is imminent. Tomorrow I finish packing the trailer and call for the driver to pick it up.
Then I pack up the dogs and my mom and my houseplants. Er. Let me rephrase that: My mom and my dogs and... er. anyway. Mom and I pack up the dogs and the houseplants and pile into the van for the cross-country road show. Spring has finally come to Michigan, creeping in from the corners all flushed and overheated. We've been welcoming the sun these past few days. I won't complain about the heat. Good Ol'Michigan. Rowdy seasons are always a trademark. It's hard to say goodbye with spring busting up out of the ground.
But this move will be a good one. Arizona's sunny clime will be kinder to me than Michigan's beautiful green forests and blue lakes ever were. I need the sun to stay on the chipper side. Michigan is one of the cloudiest states in the Union.
The sewer saga finally resoved itself, with the help of several scads of money liberally floated across the waters. Handiman Dan will be back one more time to do a final grade of the lot and pick up his mini-dozer and shovel.
Tomorrow I turn the page, and start writing from a new perspective.
