I actually accomplished a few things this week on my great move to Mexico.
Today I am walking the house sitter through the house. He is coming over with his 12-year old dog to learn how things operate here in Casa Algodón.
And it is a good opportunity to repair a maintenance hole that has existed since Christmas. While preparing for my family to arrive, my vacuum cleaner gave up its mechanical life in an acrid puff of rubberized smoke.
Since then, dust and Jiggs pelt has built up in the house. I broke down last night and bought a new vacuum cleaner at Costco: a Dyson DC14 Animal. I feel as if Jane Jetson is going to stop by to supervise my cleaning.
Earlier in the week, I went in to see my doctor in the hope of getting a physical examination before I leave. He set it up for late February. But, because I walked into the office, the nurse needed my weight.
YIKES. I have gained 27 pounds since my last visit. Of course, every time I buckled my pants, I knew that manifest destiny had been having its way with me. Those birthday pies -- and the accompanying Häagen-Dazs -- this month may have had something to do with it.
The obvious response to that news is what I am going to do about it. I suspect what I am going to do is just keep on eating. On the other hand, I will lay odds that when I leave work, a good deal of stress eating will stop.
But, as is true of every doctor visit I have ever made, I left out a major question: should I get any immunizations. I will take care of that during the physical examination -- I hope.
Each step is small. But I am getting closer and closer to my move.
Today I am walking the house sitter through the house. He is coming over with his 12-year old dog to learn how things operate here in Casa Algodón.
And it is a good opportunity to repair a maintenance hole that has existed since Christmas. While preparing for my family to arrive, my vacuum cleaner gave up its mechanical life in an acrid puff of rubberized smoke.
Since then, dust and Jiggs pelt has built up in the house. I broke down last night and bought a new vacuum cleaner at Costco: a Dyson DC14 Animal. I feel as if Jane Jetson is going to stop by to supervise my cleaning.
Earlier in the week, I went in to see my doctor in the hope of getting a physical examination before I leave. He set it up for late February. But, because I walked into the office, the nurse needed my weight.
YIKES. I have gained 27 pounds since my last visit. Of course, every time I buckled my pants, I knew that manifest destiny had been having its way with me. Those birthday pies -- and the accompanying Häagen-Dazs -- this month may have had something to do with it.
The obvious response to that news is what I am going to do about it. I suspect what I am going to do is just keep on eating. On the other hand, I will lay odds that when I leave work, a good deal of stress eating will stop.
But, as is true of every doctor visit I have ever made, I left out a major question: should I get any immunizations. I will take care of that during the physical examination -- I hope.
Each step is small. But I am getting closer and closer to my move.
