You’ve heard of mind-numbing. How about mind gnawing?
Recently our son and his family relocated to a place just around the corner from us. Yay! We’re excited because it’ll make visiting with our granddaughter extremely convenient once she arrives in September.
Len and I got to help them with their move out/in process. If you’ve ever moved before, you know that event requires simultaneous spinning of several platters:
Change of address at the post office? Check!
Key duplication? Check!
New driver’s license to reflect new address? Check!
Update address with employers? Check!
Even though I’d written tasks down, a move still leaves things gnawing at the edges of one’s mind. My brain felt like the beaver-gnawed tree in the photo below! I kept thinking we’d forgotten something…
Well, I’ll be dammed (pun intended), there’s beaver activity along the Boise River!
One night I sat up bolt upright in bed and told Len, “Bicycles! I never saw the kids bicycles during the move! I think we forgot about them.”
Sure enough, their bicycles were still in the rack at their old location.