Fully Committed & Counting Down to Departure…

And now I am fully committed to the relocation from Midland, Texas, to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.  Quality Move Management Inc.’s Allied moving van just rolled away with all of my personal possessions, furniture, and the like after a 150 minute load-the-van-session this Wednesday morning.

Had I second thoughts, I could have mailed the July rent check with an accompanying 30-days move-out notice letter to my Victoria lessors.  And then cancelled the moving van load up session.  Oh I have had those second thoughts, third thoughts, and more throughout this process.  The answer inside my head was always—Do This!  Take the risk.

After all, nothing is forever.  After a half-year, year, two-years, or more I can always bite the bullet and return to the United States.  Not likely to happen.

Tomorrow starts the ten-day countdown of my time here in Texas.  Come July I will be in Canada for better or worse.  Mary Nell is already speaking of coming for a visit with her grand-daughters in tow.  Sister Lee Ann and her husband Skip will be in Vancouver next year for a CPA Conference and plan to spend some time visiting.  Claudia & David Southern, forever-friends since Abilene Christian University days plan a visit in the fall of this year.

So reader, plan your visit.  Cruise out of Seattle, Washington, up the Alaskan inside passageway a week or two and they delay your flight home several days and I will show you the sights of Victoria and Vancouver Island.

Next immediate task?  Vacuum the now empty carpets and then clean them with the Rug Doctor machine before Mary Nell returns from her week-long visit to her brother Robert over in Mills County.  Dust the walls, baseboards, too.

So cheerio for now.

 

 

Victoria Visit & Loose Ends

Enjoy the photograph of Mary Nell and me dining at a restaurant when on vacation.

In three days the moving van shows up here at my Midland, Texas, address to load all my stuff up for the move.  The delivery date window is July 2 to 9 in Victoria, BC, Canada.  All is packed in some 50 boxes, duly labeled with their contents and destination, and then there are my few furniture items duly tagged with the destination address.  I ordered a suitably sized luggage hard-case which arrives here on July 21 in which I will pack this desktop computer, monitor, keyboard, speakers, and my CPAP.  One June 30 I will check the bag through to Victoria and hope all within survives the trip in working order.

While in Victoria the first week in June I acquired a Telus LG smartphone with unlimited calling in both Canada and the United States.  Also Telus will provide my internet and television cable service at the Victoria address.  They show up Sunday, July 1, at the residence to install the internet and cable television services, hence my need for the computer to be on hand that first day.  Televisions?  Well, they will arrive with the moving van after that day, but hopefully the cable can be protruding from the wall in the living area and master bedroom making a return visit unnecessary.  I can plug a cable into the back of a television.

Also that week in Victoria I opened both checking and savings accounts at a local credit union and acquired a debit card.  I had taken cash with me for that purpose.  They are mailing my check order to the local residence address (so I can write my monthly rent checks).  Surprisingly, to me at least, they did not do temporary checks.  Said that they stopped doing that two years back.  My how physical checks have dropped in popularity.

This past week I attempted to wire a small amount from the credit union in Midland to my new credit union in Canada.  The wire did go through the next day, so on Friday I wired the rest of my savings account on up to Canada, save for a small balance.  Presumably the funds will show up in Canada tomorrow, Monday.  On Friday, June 29, I will make one last visit to the Midland credit union (as that is payday) and cash out the account, leaving a residual balance, to have travel cash in hand.  My two U.S. sourced pensions will continue to be wired to my Midland credit union account going forward.  I left a template with the credit union, meaning I need only telephone them once a month to have that month’s pension monies wired up to Canada.

Made a visit to my local eye clinic for the first time in three years.  Naturally a new prescription resulted meaning new lenses for my existing frames were needed for my glasses and sunglasses.  Without any vision insurance, the visit set me back fully $1,082, but hey, my vision insurance premiums, had I paid them the last three years, would have run $1,200 so I came out a winner on that one.

And it rained here last night!  Yes, it rained in Midland.  We’ve only had about an inch since New Year’s Day and fully eight-tenths of an inch showed up in our rain gage.  Yes!  We sorely needed that rain and more may fall over the next few days due to hurricane Bud, now a tropical disturbance, moving over our part of the world.

Yesterday, my son, Alan Blake Willis, 35 years young, and his Boston, MA, tax accountant girlfriend, Karen, treated me to a Father’s Day eve lunch at Clear Springs Restaurant.  I was meeting Karen for the first time face-to-face.  My gift for the occasion?  Three paperback novels in a series set in London, England, involving mystery and magic.  Now I have reading for my flight up to Victoria, as all my other books (some 800 of them) are now packed.  Alan works for J. P. Morgan Chase Bank in Dallas, he with the MBA (UT Austin), Law Degree (SMU Dallas), and BA in Philosophy (Excelsior U in New York State).  Alan plans to relocate to Boston by the end of the year.  Guess why?

That means my visits to the States in the future must include both Texas and Massachusetts.  I wonder if any single airline flies to/from Victoria to both states so I can make a triangular journey on those future forays to the States.

Likely Monday-Wednesday, June 25-27, I will make a quick trip to Austin, Texas, for a visit with former college roommate and forever friend John Williams.  He published last year a thick coffee-table quality hardcover book recounting the entire history of The Lower Colorado River Authority where he endured his professional career.  He now finds himself engaged in writing a similar history of Broadcasting in the State of Texas and already has the publisher and publication date lined up.  His Abilene Christian University degree was in journalism and he is finding this current history an exciting project with lots of input and support from radio and television veteran broadcasters around the state.  Trivia fact:  John and my forever friend from university days, Bryan Cooper Renner, are both never-marrieds, just like my two sons.  How does one do that?  Live all those decades and never marry?

So, almost all the loose ends to tie up here in Texas before the move are done. Remaining to do are the loading of the moving van, one last dental visit, final Sunday at New Life Church, the visit to John in Austin, the last visit to the local credit union, and the drive to the airport.  Oh, and one must not forget—treat Mary Nell Baird to dinner at a white-table-cloth restaurant.  Must do that.

Cheerio, for now.

 

Mission Accomplished Victoria Ground Suite Found for 1 July Occupancy

On Tuesday, 5 June, I paid a deposit and signed a lease for a two-bedroom, one bath, ground-floor suite in a private home in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, for occupancy on 1 July 2018.   Mission Accomplished!

The above  floor plan image differs from my actual leased suite in that (1) the entry is between the master bedroom and the walk-in closet creating a hallway the length of the suite from the entry into the common living area of kitchen, dining, and living;  (2) there is no walk-in closet; and (3) the bathroom is between the two bedrooms.   I never could find an exact image among the hundreds on the world wide web and my attempt to draw one using a floor plan software program proved me an abject failure as a draftsman, or more likely just too impatient to learn the program.

I will not give here now or ever the details of the identity of my landlords, a retired couple living on the floors above me, or the street address of the home, this being a public blog.  I need to know you personally to divulge such private information.   The home does reside in one of the many municipalities that make up the greater city of Victoria, BC.

Rachel of Rivers Relocation showed myself and Mary Nell Baird, who made the trip with me, three separate properties, all of which that met my preferences in the main.  With Mary Nell’s advice and counsel I ultimately signed for the first one we viewed.  More on that one later.  Before our arrival Rachel had lined up six places to show us, but three of them were leased over the weekend.

The third one was a two-bedroom, one bath, condominium apartment on the ground level with a patio offering a laundry, an enclosed pool, tennis courts, and a club house.  Utilities were included save for internet, cable television, and phone.  All for $1,500 CAD monthly with immediate occupancy, as the condo was already vacant.

The second one was a two-bedroom, one bath basement suite in a private home with laundry and 1,010 square feet of living area available on 15 June for $1,500 CAD monthly excluding all utilities.   The landlady and her husband had just purchased the property and planned to live on the upper floors above the basement suite in one to two years, whenever their transfer requests came through at their present place of employment far, far away.  In the meantime, other tenants were to live above me had I chosen this property.  Then there was the lack of curb appeal for this property in its neighborhood.  I easily excluded this one from consideration due to cost, curb appeal, and the lessors living in another city.  Mary Nell heartedly agreed, not here.

The first property mentioned above, the one I leased, appeared to have close to a full 1,000 square feet of living space.  Not bad for $1,450 CAD monthly including utilities, save for internet, cable television, and phone.  As for the interior, essentially the long hallway ran down the right side from the front entryway door  into the kitchen, living, dining area.  One door on the right of the hallway led into a shared laundry room with the lessors, also the door under which my lessors would shove my mail onto the floor of my hallway.  Packages would be left on top of the washing machine.  Immediately to the left as you enter the hallway the door opens into the master-bedroom with closet space, the next door on the left accessed the bathroom with sink, toilet, bathtub, and shower head.  The final door on the left opened into the second bedroom which I will outfit as a home office.

As the hallway ends in the the larger living area, directly on the right wall and to the front are the kitchen cabinets, sink, cooktop, and refrigerator.  To the left you encounter the large living area, square in shape, and ahead of you and to the left exists the dining area giving the larger room an L-shape (not reflected in the above image).  Being the ground floor, there are large windows letting in the sunlight in the two bedrooms, living room, and around the dining area; also there are smaller windows in the bathroom and kitchen.  No windows exist along the right side of the hallway, just the door to the laundry room.

Being a private home there are front, side, and back yards lush and green with colorful flowers and even trees.  I should note that the entry door is actually on the left side of the home as you face it from the street.  Once I acquire a car I will park it along the curb on the street, saving the driveway for my lessors.  Only downside?  None of the three properties permitted pets.  My lessors advised me that they have weekly visiting grandchildren who are allergic to cats.  I asked.  So, no Maine Coon kitten or cat for me.  Oh, well, sacrifices must be made.  Oh, and the curb appeal of this first property was outstanding in its neighborhood.

So, condo or private home ground suite?  First or third property viewed?  Either one would have done me quite well.  And the condo even had pool, clubhouse, and tennis courts available for use.  One would think the condo a better choice.  Apart from being a condo among many condos, the surrounding area was quite attractive with water nearby.  Had I been a decade or two younger, the condo would be the thing.  But, mid-way through one’s seventh decade, living in an “apartment” again seems such a downer.  Been there.  Done that.  In Dallas.  In Abilene.  Living  again in an apartment down a hallway with a three-digit number prominent on my front door to distinguish it from the other doors on the same hallway?  No thanks.  At the end of the day I just could not bring myself to sign a lease to live again within an apartment, nice as it was.  Mary Nell concurred.

So, my primary goal for the first week in June was to find and sign for a place to live in Victoria.  And I did.  I got that goal met.  I did other things too that Victoria week and I will tell you about them in later posts, as this one has run overlong for your reading patience, I am sure.  Cheerio till next time.

Final Instructions (a celebratory poem)

FINAL INSTRUCTIONS

 

Report to Chaparral Center half past

two pm promptly in seat eighty—

for ninety minutes keep order

guests to stay behind the rails.

 

Then line them all up nicely

alphabetically in hallways

aka overheated tunnels for

Graduate Candidates enrobed

in mortar boards, long gowns

awaiting the grand processional.

 

Keep them in order, so very calm—

Then line yourself up five minutes to

four with your faculty colleagues.

 

Music starts, processional proceeds

March primly, slowly in and stand

Stand in front of seat eighty.

 

Stand and stand and stand and

Stand as five-hundred-eighty-two

Seniors march in processional only

to stand themselves alphabetically

in front of their seats on twenty-one

rows, and there you continue standing—

 

For first an Invocation, then National

Anthem, before the welcome command

to finally be seated.  You do have

advance leave to sit when your knees

complain—though best not to do that

as the National Anthem is played.

 

Now sit quietly endure the ceremony

Ninety minutes until the recessional

Then stand and march primly out

keep walking, hang cap and gown

on the rack behind the curtain and

keep walking right out the large door.

 

Into the open of the massive parking

lot to trek to the car parked far away

ensuring a quick drive off away, away

from Chaparral Center for the last time.

 

You are now done with final instructions—

you are now fully, completely retired—

forty-five professional service years

concluded, two monthly pensions launched.

 

Congratulations!  Not for graduating as

you did that on four separate occasions;

No, congratulations for moving right on

to full retirement—enjoy the new days.

 

 

 

 

First Scotland, Then Nova Scotia, Now? Victoria, BC…

Why Victoria, British Columbia, Canada for my retirement years?  Well sit back for here I shall account for how that decision evolved.

Growing up in the fifties and sixties, my parents were big on two-week car vacations every summer.  The earliest one I remember was in 1957 when we drove from Dallas to Disney Land in Southern California.  I was five years old and spent my time in the car colouring inside the lines in my colouring book. We spent an unanticipated overnight in Flagstaff, Arizona, awaiting delivery of a flywheel for one of the two cars.  My grandparents, A.W. and Pearlie Nobles, were in their car and we were in our car.  I think we saw the Grand Canyon and Yosemite National Parks on that trip as well as The Magic Kingdom.  All the various car vacations blur now in my memory.  Over the years I recall that we made it to Yellowstone National Park, the Grand Tetons, Northern New Mexico, Carlsbad Caverns, Hot Springs, Arkansas, the Southeastern states, Memphis, Nashville, the Blue Ridge Parkway, Mammoth Cave, the winding mountain roads of Kentucky.  For one month in summer 1965 we lived in Washington, DC, as Dad was in-training for his government agency position, and we saw all the sites in the nation’s capital.  We made the New York World’s Fair that trip as well and New York City.

I recall Boulder and Denver Colorado in summer and various ski resorts in the winter, once Dad discovered snow skiing.  We spent a full week in Vail one of those winters.  I made weeklong mission trips with the church youth group to Sparta, Illinois, and Des Moines, Iowa.  Once Disney World existed in Orlando, Florida, we had to make that trip.  And we were all over Texas at one time or another including Padre Island, Port Aransas, Houston, San Antonio, Austin, and the Hill Country.  By the time I reached university days I think I had been in parts of forty-plus of the forty-eight continental states.

Carrying on the tradition of two-week vacations when my sons were growing up, we drove or often flew to places including the nation’s capital, New England, New York, Florida, California.  Basically my sons experienced many of the same traveling experiences I did as I was growing to adulthood.

At some point in my pre-teen and teen years I had become an Anglophile due to watching all the old black and white movies on the local independent television channel including Ivanhoe, Robin Hood, and the like.  At Abilene Christian University in the early seventies I took four of my five Bible classes with Dr. Earle McMillan who had lived six years in Scotland earning his PHD in Theology.  He made me a convert to all things Scottish.  So much so that the ten weeks of the summer of 1974 I lived in Edinburgh, Scotland, working with the local church as an unpaid missionary.

Serving on the mission’s ministry at church I made two trips to Brazil to check in our two supported missionary families which took me to Sao Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Jundiaí, Campo Grande, Rebeirão Preto, and Cuiabá.  Brazil, even in the spring, was hot.

I recall a week-long vacation in Yorkshire in England one summer where we met the esteemed veterinarian, James Herriot, who was featured on his own BBC television series and favorite of my first bride, Carol.  Then there was the two-week long return visit to England and Scotland in March 2002 all on my own on cheap roundtrip airfare after fares crashed to record lows in the wake of September 11, 2001, attacks on the U.S. by terrorists flying planes into buildings.

Mary Nell and I made two trips separated by ten years to Paris, France, then England and Scotland.  On the second trip we also made it over to Northern Ireland.  I think that is five different journeys to Britain and in four of them I made it to Scotland.  Frankly, for decades my thoughts were to retire to somewhere in Scotland.

Only in 1992 my father-in-law, Ben Sides, remarried a lady originally from Hawkesbury, Ontario, Canada, where he prompted moved.  So naturally, we made several trips up to visit him and Eleanor.  On one visit we piled into his RV and made a trip through New Brunswick down to Nova Scotia.  Caught Nova Scotia a second time on another of the visits.  I made a third trip to Nova Scotia when a single-again accompanied by the lady I was dating at the time.  My fourth visit came when Mary Nell and I sailed out of New York City on a five day cruise that went over to New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.  My thinking for retirement had by then shifted from Scotland to Nova Scotia, Canada.

Mary Nell had not traveled much in her life until she acquired me for a groom in 2005.  We cruised out of Galveston on four separate occasions catching Jamaica, Cancun, Grand Cayman, the Bahamas, and Key West, Florida, at one time or another.  We made it to Hawaii for a vacation.  See the photograph of the two of us below with the post Confirmation, Finally!

We also have vacationed in Maryland, Washington, D.C., New York City including Long Island, Buffalo, New York, Niagara Falls, London and Toronto, Ontario.  Living in Texas her whole life, Mary Nell had never been to Big Bend National Park, so we went there as well.  We also made it to Northern New Mexico, and Southern Colorado including Mesa Verde National Park.

For over a decade I had been thinking to retire to Nova Scotia, Canada.  Then Mary Nell and her extended family decided a one-week Alaskan cruise out of Seattle would be just the ticket.  Our final excursion stop before returning to Seattle was naturally Victoria, British Columbia, to see Butchart Gardens.  See the photograph below heading up my third blog post from 21 April.   We were both duly impressed with both Butchart Gardens and the city of Victoria.  We were there a second time when we made a later two-week Alaskan cruise out of Seattle.

With retirement nearing and two visits to Victoria, my thinking of Nova Scotia for retirement shifted to Victoria.

So I commenced intensive research online into the city and in particular its climate.  What was there not to like?  By early 2018 my mind was made up.  I would seek to retire to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.  And if you have been following this blog for the last month or so you know my story of the evolution of efforts to make said relocation a reality this summer.

Mary Nell will stay put in Midland for she has two granddaughters to watch grow to adulthood over the coming decade.  We will be separated by 2,500 miles, but we will always be forever friends.  And who knows?  Maybe when the girls are grown and off to the four winds, I can entice her to join me.  One can always hope and pray.

So now you know how Victoria became the target for my retirement relocation efforts.  First Scotland, then Nova Scotia, and now finally Victoria.  The common theme?  I seem to have never planned to retire in Texas.  Been here sixty-six years and that serves me well enough.  I shall embark on a new adventure.  Take the risk.  Relocate.  And thrive.

Cheerio, till next time.

 

 

May I Have a Cat, Please, Sir Landlord?

Earlier this year when still looking online each day at the types of housing available in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, one could not help but notice that all “Strata” housing prohibited pets of all types.  As for non-Strata housing the super-majority also seemed to prohibit pets.  Some properties did permit pets, often just cats and not dogs.  Go figure.

Now, at present I have no pets makings this relocation with me.  And should I lease a property come June with a no-pet-policy, then so be it.  I shall live going forward pet-free.
But, being since my early years a “cat person,” I would really like to acquire a pure-bred kitten should I sign for a property allowing such.  And I would seek out a Maine Coon kitten or even adult cat.  Why the Maine Coon breed?

Well, I had one once a couple of years, Griffin.  Great adult cat I rescued from the Midland Animal Shelter.  He was at the shelter as the son of his original owners became highly allergic to Griffin.  After a couple of years sadly, I had to take Griffin back as Mary Nell did not think that I properly discharged my responsibilities in taking good care of his litter box.  Griffin defecated on the carpet a few times.  Well, I was guilty of not changing out the litter box frequently enough with fresh litter which clearly led to Griffin’s misbehavior.  I am sure his new family adored him as much as I did.

I favor long-haired cats over the short-hairs.  Yes, they shed, but what is a little cat hair on everything.  No big deal when you are a regular guy.  And here, from the internet (everything is on the internet it seems) is a nice write-up about the Maine Coon breed of cat.  From URL:  https://www.hillspet.com/cat-care/cat-breeds/maine-coon

The Maine Coon Cat Breed

A sweet tempered cat, the Maine Coon is highly adaptable to any environment and features a heavy, but silky coat.  The Maine Coon cat is considered the only longhair breed native to the U.S.

Facts:

Weight range:

Male: large: >12 lbs.
Female: medium: 8-12 lbs.

Eye color:

Copper, Green, Gold, Odd-eyed

Expectations:

Longevity Range: 9-13 yrs.
Social/Attention Needs: Moderate, High
Tendency to Shed: High

Coat:

Length: Long
Characteristics: Straight
Colors: White, Black, Blue, Red, Cream, Brown, Silver, Tortoiseshell, Blue-cream, Golden
Pattern: Solid Color, Tortoiseshell, Bicolor, Tricolor/Calico, Tabby, Smoke, Shaded
Less Allergenic: No
Overall Grooming Needs: High

Prevalence: Common

Description:

The Maine Coon is medium to large, and males are larger than females. The body is long and rectangular and the tail is also long. For these reasons, she may look much larger than she is.  The Maine Coon is a heavily boned, muscular cat. Originally she was an outdoor cat, and later became a working breed who kept barns and homes clear of rodents. The head is large with tall ears. The profile shows a slight dip under the large eyes. The chest is broad, and the legs are thick.  The coat of the Maine Coon is heavy but silky. An interesting characteristic is that the coat is shaggy and drapes longer on the stomach and behind the legs (britches) but is shorter over the shoulders.

Personality:

Despite her size and history, the Maine Coon cat is sweet tempered and gentle. She loves her parents and adapts to any environment as long as she has some exercise room. When she runs, she can be quite loud but her soft, quiet voice reassures you that this lion is truly a lamb.

Living With:

The Maine Coon’s nutrition should be carefully controlled. This breed has a tendency to become soft or overweight if not carefully monitored.

The Maine Coon must have adequate exercise. Cat trees and perches should be available and she needs adequate running room. She loves interactive play and she will play with every family member. Being a larger and heavier cat, she can knock things over without meaning to do so.

The Maine Coon’s coat needs daily attention. She should be brushed to make certain that her fur does not tangle, and she should be combed to smooth her coat. Usually this grooming is easy to do if she is trained at a young age that this is fun.

History:

The Maine Coon cat is considered the only longhair breed native to the United States. This breed probably was introduced by seamen who sailed into New England. The cats they carried on their ships most likely left the ship either permanently or just for a little shore leave, bred with the existing native cats, and ultimately created a breed of their own.

The show career for the Maine Coon cat began in New York in 1895 when the best cat award was given to a tabby Maine Coon named Leo. Leo kept winning at the Boston cat shows until 1900 when he was defeated by his own son.

After this, the love affair with the Persian began, and the Maine Coon cat dropped into second place in popularity. This ranking has changed once again in recent years and the Maine Coon is now once again “America’s Cat.

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So there you go.  IF I can have a pet in my eventual housing location in Victoria, I plan to seek out a pure-bred Maine Coon kitten or adult cat.  Pricey?  Oh, yes.  But well worth it as this breed is highly affectionate and a joy to groom and pet.  I will check with the owner to see if a pet-door can be installed, and if so the infamous litter box will be out of doors, also known as the front or back “yard.”

 

Confirmation, Finally!

Enjoy the photograph of me and Mary Nell Baird on our Hawaiian vacation a few summers back.  Mary Nell will make the housing search with me in Victoria the first week of June to be my second opinion on all things housing.

NEWSFLASH! Thursday, May 17, Ms. Anabelle, Agent 4036, of Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada in Sydney, Nova, Scotia, sent me an email to confirm that they have in fact received my paper inch-thick application for a Right of Permanent Residence in Canada Visa Card.  Finally!  Confirmation that they do in fact have my application, which they have had since March 13 per my USPS tracking message.  Took them long enough.

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley concludes today wrapping up direct instruction for my Educational career.  Next week Final Examinations begin and conclude by the following mid-week.  English IV seniors are given four class meetings (180 minutes) to use the writing process to create an outline, write a rough draft, revise and edit the draft, and make a fair copy of an examination essay written to one of three possible prompts.  And then they are done with their final high school English class.

We stop one day next week to hold a school-wide assembly to recognize our seniors for the scholarships they have been awarded, where they will attend university, what military service they are joining, or what trade-school program they will start post-graduation.  Then we send the underclassmen back to class and hold a “Senior Field Day” for the seniors (passing all their core classes) just like those Field Days they experienced on their elementary campuses.  An experiment, this Senior Field Day.  If it goes well, it will become a new annual tradition.  I shall be in the large gymnasium “supervising” the volleyball tournament.  Seniors only attend their three classes after lunch that day.  Why? I wonder.  Why not Field Day all day?

We have experienced a series of triple-digit heat days already.  My rental car tells me its interior temperature when I open the car door.  I have seen 119 °F more than once this past week.  I need to remember to crack open at least one window to let the heat escape, but then that invites car thieves does it not?  Once resettled in Victoria, BC, I shall not miss these blisteringly hot days in Texas, ever.

Not much left to do to prepare for the relocation.  I do need to be sure that both Mary Nell and I both have separate flash drives with all our photographs these past thirteen years.  Once I am done with posting and verifying my grades for this spring term including printing a hardcopy of everything, I can disconnect and take home to pack my Canon printer that I purchased last August for this school year.  When returned from the housing search week on June 10 there will come a June day to pack up my desktop computer and monitor at the last minute before the moving van arrives.  When that happens my posts here will take a break until the computer and accessories are unpacked and operational in Victoria.  A week-long break at least due to the distance the moving van must traverse.

I spent some time checking into private resale prices for preowned Lincoln MKZs and Lincoln Town Cars.  Likely I can find what I am looking for in my price range for model years between 2008 and 2013.  That is, if the pricing north in Canada is comparable to the pricing here in West Texas.  My plan is to allow the local Victoria Ford-Lincoln dealership find the car for me once in Victoria.  I suspect that could go to auction and find me one, if they don’t get one in trade for sale of a new car.  Plus, I am sure they would like to acquire me for a returning customer.

Otherwise, this waiting for this school year to end and the first week in June in Victoria sojourn has become like sitting in the reception area at the Dentist.  Just call me in and get the teeth cleaned, I mean, the housing lease signed.

In the meantime my students truck on listening to the classroom music I play in the background, usually YES, Todd Rundgren, Fleetwood Mac, or the Beatles.  Mostly YES.