The train is in the station

I have a stand of garlic chives that is taking over the county. I'm usually very faithful about cutting all the flowers off, on the theory that if the flowers are allowed to go to seed, the plant will have fulfilled it's basic purpose in life and die. But I've noticed that nobody else bothers with the practice, and the plant is so big now it actually would be OK with a little dieback. So I'm letting the flowers stay. It's quite a beautiful display and the bumblebees love them. I use the chives as a secret ingredient in potato salad. I'll definitely be taking a plug with when we move.

Yes, The Move, the purpose of this blog. Today I'm obsessed with it. I was just now trying to tell you why, but the details are mind-numbing--even I was bored, and I'm the one obsessing! Suffice to say that over the weekend, Steve got a new drop dead date for the project: April 24. That means he'd be on the street six days before the magic five-year mark and his ensuing vestment, retirement, and pension. His colleagues on the project are pushing the company to keep him on the books past that date by proposing a final close-out trip in May. They all care, and that's nice. But we'll see what the big bad company has to say.

Meanwhile, our hand is feeling forced. We must apply for loans now while we have real income. We must make obligations and act on them now, before we know how the real estate market will treat us in the spring. The train seems to be leaving the station, passengers ready or not. We're in for an adventure, that's for sure, but what kind? (Falling off a cliff could be classified as an adventure.) How long will it take to sell the house? What can we get for it? These are the unanswerables. But we proceed without answers because we have no choice, hoping and praying for a bridge at cliff's edge....