Blowing Away the Cobwebs

It was windy here in the Valley on Monday.  So windy that it tore one of The Boss's sheds to pieces and toppled a second onto its side.  The wind also scattered the contents of his sheds across the ground, mixing up his carefully sorted "this will come in handy some day" collection of man-stuff. 

Talk about a reflection on our life.  The comfy contentment of our living arrangements was blown to shreds recently via a short email, regretfully giving us until March next year to find a new home. 

While Queenstown experienced a series of small twisters on Monday, we'd already been ravaged by the swirling winds of "What If's" and uncertainties for weeks.  March 2011 might seem like a million years away, but when you're faced with having to rehouse your a whole life of possessions, plus poultry and pets - it's an exhausting experience.

The Boss has been spending every weekend working on our wee house down in Invercargill. We've agreed that it's time to sever that tie once and for all and get it sold.  I have been trying to get my head around the concept of getting rid of some of my "Stuff" - you know - my version of The Boss's manstuff. But Stuff is what makes you you. 

Even if we end up living in a converted horse float, and don't worry - we've had that discussion, even then I'm sure the day will come when I need all of my back issues of Cuisine magazine.  And how can I possibly pick which ten or a dozen pieces of depression glassware to put on Trade Me?  Splitting up my embarrassingly large collection is just wrong.

Hey, I know things will work out in the end.  It's just the not knowing that's so difficult to deal with.

What I've learnt today:
1.  A month after finishing pruning in The Vineyard, I can finally clench both hands back into proper fists first thing in the morning. This is a big day for me.

2.  While I consider it perfectly normal to look out the window and see two wild rabbits eating grass alongside my chickens - it's amazing the reaction you get when you share the details over the phone with someone sitting in an Auckland call centre.  I wouldn't want to swap lives for anything!