Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I am a bit haggard now and in the middle of trying to...

Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. I am a bit haggard now and in the middle of trying to move from one house to another about 10 minutes away. Things are complicated: the house I want to move into is currently occupied, and the bank closing is this coming Thursday. They have agreed to move one week after closing, and the family that has bought my house needs to move in two days after that deadline. So you can see that this is building to a very tense moment. My house is in complete disarray as I try to pack as much as I can. I moved everything in my basement to one side so the family could start moving some of their stuff this weekend, weather permitting, since we are getting snow. Where I am moving to, there is a three-car detached garage, and they tell me it will be empty so I can start moving the stuff in my basement into their garage. This is a lot of activity, not counting the coordination required for trash pick-up, Internet service and utilities. One realization from all of this is that I have a lot of stuff that I do not use or maybe use once or twice a year. I really should pitch some things, but I get into this thought process. “Well…I might need this or might need that later, so I better keep it.” For example, I had a bunch of empty boxes in the basement. I use them to send gifts and stuff like that. I used most of them for this move, so I am patting myself on the back that I was justified in holding onto all those boxes for several years. Probably saved all of $20! I understand this is just one small victory, but I will take it. The other side of the equation is that when I start packing and moving stuff around, I have a tendency to misplace things. The other day I went to get my savings account book to transfer money to my checking account in anticipation of the house closing next week, and guess what? I cannot find it! I know I put it in a safe place, evidently too safe, because I knew that was one of the items I would need to keep out and available. Probably six months from now, I will come across it and slap my forehead for overlooking the obvious. Today, this is my life, but hopefully, a month from now, I will be settled in and back to normal.

“Accept what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what will be.” – Dogpound Wisdom

An old man walks into a bar, sits down, and starts crying.
The bartender asks, “What’s wrong?” The old man looks at the bartender through teary eyes, and between sobs says, “I married a beautiful woman two days ago. She’s is much younger than me, intelligent, a marvelous cook, a meticulous housekeeper, extremely sensitive to my wants and needs, very giving, and my best friend.”
The bartender stares at the old man for a brief moment and says, “But that sounds great! You have what every man wants in a woman, so why are crying?” The old man looks at the bartender and says, “I can’t remember where I live!”
That is all I have for today. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember, if you leave home, make sure you bring some ID.

– JR

Walter Wilson Jr. is an Ohio native who lived in Chester from 1991-2000, where he worked for Allied-Signal (Honeywell). He now resides in Sullivan, Ind.