Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Moving (Part 7 of X): Counting Down To The End

I may have mentioned that, from a purely have-to-do-this-crap point of view, moving is a real pain in the ass. It takes up your damn life. And the way we're doing it...

Well, on the other hand—and I'm kind-of wondering if we're not actually doing it right, but don't appreciate it—we're undertaking this massive logistic effort in the minimum of time possible. If we had done this more leisurely, I suspect that much more time would have been spent on second-thinking this and that, while right now it's like "you've got seven breaths to decide on this major issue; and that's that." The bottom line is, I think, more intensely used time, which is exhausting but...

Well, it had some definitely good aspects. Like I've lost something like 6kg in the last 8 weeks or so. After checking with my doctor to make sure it wasn't something bad it turns out that it wasn't; just less time to eat crap, more metabolic energy turned over, more exercise on a continuous basis. Which goes to show yet again how truly bad and awful the office lifestyle is. Even if you are a gym-bunny, the fact is that humans are designed to move about and physically do stuff; not to sit on their butts and stare at monitors—which is was office-life is almost invariably all about these days and in our societies.

I knew this well enough, but, let's face it, when you earn your living doing this stuff you really have little option. I'm wondering whether it wouldn't in the end be healthier by far to become an Outback tour guide or something like that. Of course, it probably pays Sierra Foxtrot Alpha; and there's the rub, right? Still, one of these days—and who knows when with our newfound adventurous disposition—it might end up that way.

Back to moving and bodily circumference. I make it a principle never to buys clothes that fit comfortably or are loose. The reasoning behind that is that as one matures—yeah, good word that!—one tends to grow into these 'fitting' garments; and as time goes on, said growth requires more 'fitting' garments, which will be bigger, and so on.

Bad idea! Buy them tight, so you need to shrink into them. By now I've actually reached a stage where they ended up loose—which is a bit of a novel experience for me. But good. A golden opportunity to keep it that way!

So, there's the moving-cloud's silver lining!

This evening I'll have to heave—bit by bit!—something like half a ton of rubbish into a skip; which will be my exercise for the day I suppose. One of the last big jobs to be done before I leave here on Sunday...

So, yes, counting down we are. Unfortunately the house isn't sold yet, so my wife will have to stay behind to handle that. And right now I don't have a job yet. But I sense that I will soon enough.

Yeah, I know: gotta be careful that what you 'sense' isn't just crappy wishful thinking...

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