It is Thursday and the big move begins Monday. That is the day we get the truck and start loading things. Most of the packing is done and today's mail contained the final closing paperwork for the house on Tybee Island. This morning we took down Carol's quilting machine. The table is partially taken apart. We tried to do just enough so we could get it up the basement steps. It is the only thing I am worried about moving.
This afternoon was spent bottling a case and a half of cherry/ blueberry mead. We started fermenting it in early August and every time we have move it from one container to another to clear it the flavor has been better than the time before. The blueberries give it a bit of a spiciness and it has a hint of honey at the end. If it continues to age well it may be the best I have ever made. A gallon of cherries, 10 pounds of blueberries, 15 pounds of honey along with water and yeast. The other thing we bottled was a case of blackberry wine. This is wine made from blackberries picked out here by me in BFE. It has been fermenting since July and had a liberal addition of sugar. The result has been a very high alcohol wine. The alcohol level is so high you can smell it. It will be a very long time before this one is fit to drink. I doubt we will even sample it until around 2020.
So that is how the days go. Packing and stacking boxes to put on the truck and finishing projects that have been neglected. I am beginning to think that every 10 years or so everyone should be required to go through their belongings and purge what they no longer use and or need.
Moving is a singular bi-polar event; excitement about things in the future, dread of leaving the past, and the hassle of moving in the middle. Whenever I have had to so it, I spend more time combing through forgotten boxes of artifacts than actually producing results.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck on the move, and looking forward to more stories.
PS - Perhaps that blackberry wind might be the ticket in mid-move.