Culling the herd.

This summer, after weeks of packing for Maine; clearing drawers, closets, and shelves for the subleters; and rearranging the cabin a few times, Aaron said he felt like a shepherd herding flocks of boxes. (Of course, the average shepherd doesn't have to carry each sheep, one by one, from point A to point B.) Well, now it is time to cull the herd. We must decide what to bring and what to post on Craig's List and Park Slope Parents. As we research the energy usage on different appliances, it starts to feel more like pitching items off a ship than herd management. Bye-bye A/C's, so long TV, I'll miss you toaster oven, but we just can't stay afloat with all of you along for the ride.

So much for our plan to winter on-the-grid in Brooklyn

It's official, we are moving to Maine at the end of November.

Aaron gave notice because he got a job in Maine. In the balance, this is excellent, but I'm just not ready to leave Brooklyn on such short notice. On the upside, we'll know what really needs to be done on the cabin to make winter more pleasant going forward. And Aaron put a deposit on a David Bradley walk-behind tractor with a plow attachment. Although it is from the 1940's, it does have a new motor. So we just have to seal up under the house with some straw bales, hook up the flue for the stove, and we're good to go. Oh, and pack up our entire Brooklyn life and say goodbye.