SciFifty

Well, I finally have reached a point where I feel I can sit down and write something. I wrote that we were moving to Colorado, mission accomplished.

The physical facts of the move were somewhat daunting, two houses, one in Fla. the other Va. packed and shipped and arriving at the new house one on a Thursday, the next two days later on Saturday.
 
The furniture was a mere bagatelle, the unending horror was the procession of boxes, not one of which offered to unpack itself.  It then becomes a game of unpack, stack and the constant unanswered question of, "what the hell did I bring this for??"
 
I will, in a few months, have to go through all the closets to discover where I shoved everything. It is amazing the things that can get lost in transit, I will ponder for a long time why a collection of teapots that I have been assembling for many years, the kind of thing that is added to by family and friends over the years, didn't make it here. Lost somewhere between there and here, but each and every piece of my sci-fo and movie paraphernalia is already on display.
 
While I was devoting my life to unpacking boxes, breaking down boxes, and piling the emptys in the garage which of course cant be used for parking my car, things on the Torchwood front are finally in motion.
 
Judging from the previews I have seen, the miniseries will open with a bang, of the pyrotechnical variety. Torchwood is under attack and the Hub has been blown up. Our stalwarts are on the run and if they wanted to get my attention, they did. There is a new blue meanie in the form of a very forceful woman clad in black.

Continued in this vein and the five days of mini-series will fly by.  Also this week we learned that after next years four specials we will have a new Doctor Who.  David Tennant has decided that four is enough he was and is great in the role, but half of the excitement of Doctor Who has always been the anticipation of what horrible circumstance has led up to the regeneration, and who will be on the other end of the smoke and mirrors.

More to come...

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Jack Kerouac  wrote his classic On the Road thus becoming one of the coolest icons of the 50s. However, I'll tell you a little secret about Jack: when he hit the road, He wasn't in a minivan, with one daughter (awesome company), one Rhodesian Ridgeback (excellent traveler), and two cantankerous cats who didn't like:

a) The car
b) The dog
c) Each other
d) and finally, after 1,675 miles, us.

I have moved before across the Atlantic, from town to town, state to state and North to South, but this trek could have used the organizational skills of a traffic controller. Furniture in two different trucks - one from Florida and one from Virginia -  and one car was shipped by auto-transit. 

So after driving across some beautiful land and through some fascinating cities and towns - wow that arch! - and Boot Hill - who would have thunk it? It's a great country.

I've enjoyed the Poconos, the Kittatinnys, the Smokeys, but OMG, the Rockies are spectacular.

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“Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.”
-- Dave Mustaine

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I'm sitting here in Florida, watching the weather channel and wondering if I can take care of all my business before one of the weather systems hits.  I came dowm to pack up my house and put it on the market as it is time to move on.
 
Since my husband quit this mortal coil last November, I have spent most of my time with my daughter in Virginia. They say don't make rash decisions after a crisis and I don't think I have.
 
example of a reason never to believe everything you are told...over twenty-five years ago when Des was thirty-six, he had a massive coronary and was told a) they lost him three times in the ambulance, b) he would never leave the hospital, and c) he  was living on borrowed time.
 
The last statement at least was true, however he took that borrowed time invested it, managed it, and watched it pay great interest and dividends. He became very involved in local politics and education, and he and I became time travelers.
 
You don't need to walk into a time tunnel or fly at supersonic speed around the earth backwards or even have a magic potion, all you need are time and a love of history. We spent many vacations and long weekends exploring battlefields, grave yards, national parks, prison camps and memorials.
 
We started with the American Revolutionary War traveling to various sites from Canada to Virginia, and when we had satisfied our jones for Red coats and barefoot heroes, we moved on to the Civil War, or as I am writing this below the Mason-Dixon Line, we moved on to the War of Northern Aggression..
 
My husband had more than a touch of "the sight" and I would watch him hear gunshots and feel the terror of dying soldiers. Nothing can be more overwhelming than standing in a cemetery with the silent rows of crosses, which is only the tip of the iceberg of actual deaths.
 
Granted our time travel was all into the past, but what a rich and very inspiring past. And now as I pack up the past, I am prepared to travel into the future... Let's make some history.

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