Today, David and Reuben showed up at 9:00 to dismantle the video studio. We have never worked together before, so I started out at a very slow pace, showing how I wanted them to protect the desk spaces.
Once the plastic was in place, we started at the far back corner with the lights, piping and the ceiling tiles that needed to be replaced. They proved to be adept with tools, a good team, and quick learners, so I was able to leave them alone.
I checked back periodically to see how they were doing, but never had to correct them on anything.
And the ultimate test was meticulous clean up.
Meanwhile, I was in the library, slamming books into boxes. I managed to finish packing the whole thing by the time they were done. They moved the shelves into my office which is the staging area for the big truck loading day.
I had them move some more materials from the warehouse into Megan’s staging area, since we are getting ready to sell the racks.
As they left and I wandered around taking final shots, I realized three distinct emotions.
-I was really pleased with packing up the library. I have spent an immense number of hours there, studying, writing, doing personal ministry and just chilling out. Superb memories. And now, my books are packed which means they are going to the new place.
As long as my books are with me, I can be emotionally stable anywhere. As lame as that is, they have been my primary healthy and unhealthy place of solace from the time I was a reader.
Books are my go to comfort food, security blanket, safe place, and if they are going, I am fine.
-I was glad to see the video studio coming down. We will probably do another video or two there, before I am gone, gone, because the warring for your birthright series is still churning, but it will be without the lights and a lot of the ambience.
As I looked at my joy over being one step closer to being gone from there, what bubbled up was the thought that the video studio had never been mine.
And that comment is going to cost me a few lively lunches with Miss Megan poking, prodding and prognosticating on the topic of the next video studio.
She doesn’t particularly like it when I am not at home in my home, after she has tried hard to make a home for me.
-Most of all, I was glad that Victory Outreach’s van was not available today. David and Reuben came in their car and could not take my beloved couch away, as scheduled.
My couch is quite worn out and would cause my chiropractor to say some unkind things, but it sure has a lot of memories. I don’t have room for it in my office, really, but it will be here for a little longer.
Meanwhile, the warehouse is looking more and more bare, which is a good thing.
One step closer to South Carolina.
Copyright July 2018 by Arthur Burk