Well, the big day is fast arriving...

On Wednesday, packers will begin the task. On Thursday, the movers will finish it off. On Friday, my wife and I will clean up the rest of our beloved Kelowna townhouse, and prepare to drive off to Calgary on Saturday morning. We are moving...

Her career is taking us away, off to Alberta, which is a blank page for both of us. So far, we've really liked what we've seen, but having virtually no winter to speak of here in Kelowna, there is that one little flag of concern...

She's the lucky one. She's already there working, while I'm left here to panic, and/or wait until the last possible minute to begin sorting what household items stay, and which items go. If only there weren't so many good reruns on TV at this time of year...

Today I have some running around to do, then I need to do a room-by-room analysis of what can wait until that very last possible minute, for me to then actually do something about it. I predict one very, very late night, Tuesday...

We are not new to this moving thing. We've done it several times over about 20 years. However, for every other one of these relocations, she has been in charge. Even with movers and packers helping out, the burden of a successful move rests on my shoulders this time around. The burden that weighs as much as one of those grey Acme safes that Wile E. Coyote was so fond of using to ambush that really fast desert bird. The burden that whispers to me in bed at night, questioning why I'm eating potato chips instead of mapping out tomorrow's tasks...

It will all work out, in the end. The movers will have a large semi-trailer, and all my omissions of organization will stay in there until our next home, when I will be hoping desperately to unload a blow-dryer worth its weight in gold, before my wife awakes in her new home.

Chow for now!!