Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight
He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules
And we gonna move to Texas we just waitin' on you.
with tasty meals and frosty mugs.....
The staircase tally is relevant because Ben currently holds the family record for furniture most likely to protect you in case there's a tornado, the 4 or 5 foot square massif of slate and wrought iron that is categorized as a coffee table and has proven impervious to all efforts to dismantle, destroy or discard it by those charged with moving it during the last decade. It's a beast. I fully expect that coffee table to accompany Levi to his first apartment years from now...but I don't know who will volunteer to carry it!
For now, the dust is settling and the trucks and trailers will return to their normal duties of hauling pigs and hauling plants. My piano left its own trail ruts in the hardwood floor at Spruce, but has now held down its corner of this front room since October of 2002, the same month Lee and Ryan moved into Lee's childhood home. That winter, Ann and Matt made it three for three with their purchase of the painted lady on College. That's the kind of transience our forebears recorded routinely in Oregon Trail days when kith and kin got the movin' fever bad and hit the road for new lands with high hopes.
A better place to call home: to carry your house on your back, drag it behind you, set it down again, and ultimately, pull a Brigham Young and declare "this is the place".
Movin' out. Just the prelude to 'comin' home'.
You've been saying for the longest time that the time has come
You've been talking like you're of a mind to get some changing done
Maybe move out of the city, find some quiet little town
Where you can sit out on your back porch step
And watch the sun go down.......Mary Chapin Carpenter