Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Bit by bit

bit by bit
we load up the vans
our possessions
following us around
like offspring we never had

A Hundred Gourds, December 2012

Late August 2011—Ooh, I can barely stand to remember that time. We finally sold our house, for quite a bit lower than we should have sold it for (mostly due to the recession), and we were given barely one week after accepting the offer to get out of there. (We'd earlier partially moved out, but we still had some dishes, clothes, small furniture, and plenty of other stuff there.) My husband was away on a business trip that week, so he could only help on the weekend after closing. The temps were above 100 degrees F, and it was quite an experience. 

Shortly after we completed the move, we were evacuated from the new house—for eight days—because it was in the path of a massive, record-breaking wildfire. I'm leaving out a few additional colorful details (to do with our health, our realtor going ballistic, a car tire, and our refrigerator), but that's the gist of it. Good news: fire did reach our little community but affected none of the homes. I later told part of the story to a stranger, who burst out laughing. I guess that can be a good thing to do—laugh. Or write a poem—or both!

Edit: I see I already talked about some of this in an earlier post or two; sorry for any repetition.


  1. I have so!!! been there. (Substitute, furnace breaking down – in an emptied out house – in the middle of a blizzard, on Hallowe’en night.) That move (the worst, by far) one of 12 we have made over the course of our marriage (many possessions trickling away with each move). Loved your first line: bit by bit. Pretty much the way through all tough times, I have found.

    1. That's a lot of moves! Thanks for the feedback!
      Our possessions keep growing; eek, that needs to stop.

  2. What a great tanka...but what a nightmare! Love your prescription: poetry or laughter--perfect!

    1. Thanks, Jennifer! Yes, a nightmare that lasted for several weeks (had flu for 6 wk).

    2. What an experience...and a great tanka.