Moving The Home Place

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I didn't really get up so early this morning as much as it took forever for me to get to sleep last night. I've had a lot on my mind. Worse, it's the same thing I've had on my mind for a week or so now. What's gonna happen when I run out of the medicine. The doctor at the VA still hasn't renewed my old prescriptions as promised.

Last night part of what was on my mind was that my parent's old house was sitting in the middle of the paved road at the end of my driveway. My younger brother (who turns 66 years old at the end of November) has been trying to get the brick house up on a wheeled foundation in order to move it up the dead end road it has been at for at least sixty years to a lot on the other side of my house on toward town, but on the same side of the road it's always been.

My brother stopped by yesterday afternoon to tell me they were going to cut off my power to my house around nine o'clock this morning in order to move the house under the power lines. I decided to leave town earlier than that and drive over to Fayetteville, have a leisurely breakfast at the Shoney's breakfast buffet off I-95, then go to Best Buy to see if they had the computer cables I needed to hook up my 20" Mac monitor to my iMac. I'm going to keep the monitor and sell the Mac Mini, but it may be a while.

I found the $29 four inch cable I'll need. It's another way for Apple to nickel and dime it's fanatic fan base to death, but I decided not to buy it yet. I found out that besides the Display Port to DVI cable I have to buy another DVI to DVI cable that's another $16 or so. The idea of shopping for cables was just to waste some time until my brother got the house moved onto it's new location. Not to go broke from impulse buying in the interim.

When I returned home, the house was still in the middle of the paved road, but it was set up to cross the ditch into what just days aga was a perfectly respectable hay field. Both my brothers were standing on the road watching and yelling to people who weren't listening to them. Since I couldn't get past the house to get home, I parked side the road and got out to join them.

My brother has been trying to get this house moved since just after my mother died. It was a lot of work, and a tax on anybody's logistical talents. Lots of things had to be done at a specific stage of the process to get the 7000 square foot brick house up on the custom built trailers. I wouldn't have done it, but I don't have nostalgic feelings for the house like my younger brothers do.

I had joined the Navy and was halfway around the world when my parents bought the house and the farm that went with it. My youngest brother was only ten years old when they moved to the new place from the little farm they had when I went through high school. Both my brothers and my father put a lotta work into making the farm profitable while I rambled around the brothels of the Pacific Rim.

My younger brother and I aren't close. We're brothers and all that jazz, and both of us get along pretty good with the baby brother, but we don't think alike. He's recognized around town as a person who spends a lot of time outdoors in both work and play, and by the same people I'm thought to be more of an inside, studious sort of person. He learns by doing, and I learn by reflection and contemplation of my navel.

Well, so to speak. Our baby brother is the intellectual among the three male siblings. Our older sisters both got Master's Degrees and are smarter in a very practical way. They both stayed married to their first husbands, and me and my brothers have all been divorced at least once. I've never divorced nobody, but both of my ex-wives divorced me. No blame. I'm a lousy husband and father, and not a very respectable human being in general.

There seems to be some sort of family consensus that between me and my two brothers the youngest one represents the intellectual facet, my younger brother represents the physical aspect, and I'm said to represent the spiritual side of things, and I sort of agree with that. I think we've all suffered for our learnings. For each of us there's been a price to pay. I got the best end of the stick though. I get to act like I'm crazy, and get away with it.

I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't become obsessed with using the I Ching as an oracle and a wisdom book. I didn't have a clue what an oracle was until after I experienced my remembering vision. It was after then that I started studying the occult.
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