Well we got a good offer on Mom's house and made a reasonable counter offer and a 35 day escrow deadline. Mom isn't sitting in her chair calling the shots anymore....I am. I like it.
The mover estimator came today. Cute and energetic. He is a Pounder. That means he will give us a bid on the amount our stuff weighs. I have been on the phone with some amazing Cubic Footers out of LA who promise me the moon but want a hundred dollar deposit to give an estimate and most can't even really make it down here. There seems to be an endless supply of these scammers and I thank goodness for the internet to sort out what is true.
Cubic Footers are illegal but not over to Hawaii. The pound people are professionals and this guy today was a good salesman. Turns out he is the manager down here and does the initial estimates because he is good at it and it keeps him in touch with what is going on.
So our focus had shifted from what our emotions say we want to how much things weigh. It is a trade off and I don't think the above recliner is going to make it. There are plenty of other little delights to send so when we get down to the wire it will be interesting to see what we take to Hawaii.
This red chair is not making the cut. Craigslist ads will be circulated for beds too because the thrift stores do not take mattresses. I don't blame them.
The dining room table and chairs will go and we are looking forward to all of us sitting down to a nice family dinner in Hawaii around this table. None of us really have room for it right now but time will tell where it ends up. We are sailing by the seat of our pants now and I love it.
This chair will not make the cut. It was a fairly new purchase by mom at a thrift store and it was never comfortable for her but it was good for show. We want to take things that have deep meaning especially at $1.69 a pound.
Life is so much about tradeoffs. You can't have it all but you can have lots of perfect moments that seem like you have it all. Some things fall through the cracks. The feed of life is relentless. Mom is fading into history. She made her mark and now there are the photos and the furniture and the smells that linger; all soon fading away to nothing.
Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.