In Remembrance

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of man

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home

Jerry Garcia, 1942-1995

Almost there...

With a day and a half left before Zero Hour, I'm nearly done; I only have about half the kitchen left to pack. Shouldn't take more than an hour and a half after work tomorrow, so I'm taking today off from packing.

However, I'm starting to reconsider. I mean, Zander and I have only been married six months. Isn't it a bit soon to be moving in together?

Countdown: update

Days until I move: 4

Number of boxes packed: 16

Number of bags of trash lugged out to the dumpster: 9

Number of car trunkloads to Goodwill: 2

Zander tells me that it's perfectly normal for Wife to help Husband pack when he moves, and for Husband to remain at the new house playing FIFA Soccer for PS2 on the new big-ass TV while Wife packs her own self with her children underfoot. Zander's lucky I'm not all that bright.