Timeline

From a recent hike at Wild Iris Ridge city park.

It has apparently seeped deep into our consciousnesses. Mrs. R is doing a lot of new-house decorating and garden planning in her head, and this morning the last dream fragment I remembered was that we had two U-Hauls loaded and ready to go, even though we had not yet taken possession of anything. I think our “higher selves” are getting us ready for a big move, one way or another. And the one we want is still looming, moving slowly from possibility to probability—even as we keep looking on Redfin and Zillow. So many uglies and yikes out there—so many neighborhoods and street names we don’t want. It might be a very interesting summer, depending on how this timeline develops.