Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

October 16, 1997

Dear Everyone:

If all goes well, I’ll be moving to my new home in exactly two weeks.  And, I confess, I have not yet begun to pack.  But I’ve been thinking about it, and that’s the next best thing. 

Last Tuesday, the loan officer and I decided it was as good a time as any to lock in the interest rate on my loan.  On Wednesday, the rates started going up.  The loan officer says my timing is “impeccable”.  Here’s hoping my luck stays that good. 

Fixin’ to get started on sending out Change of Address notices this weekend.  (I’m waiting for the weekend because I’m too tired in the evenings to make any sense and would not want my bills going to Nantucket.)  This is where a computer can really come in handy.  I’ll create a template in Word with all the pertinent data (effective date, new address, new phone number if I get that far along), then all I have to do is change the addressee info and account number and print it.  The computer will even print the envelopes for me. 

The computer will also help me list and prioritize what should be moved when.  I’ll have the day before and the day after the movers arrive to deal with small stuff.  The movers will only be moving actual furniture, appliances and things that are too big to fit in my car.  This will keep the cost below $800. 

And before they arrive, I hope to have an intelligent floor plan worked out.  Although, as with the last move, when it doubt, it goes into the smaller bedroom, which will eventually be a home office and library. 

Speaking of the library, I still have to make at least one more pass through my collection of books.  “Jeannie” says I collect books the way she collects clothes.  Once it lands on a shelf, it never leaves.  She’s right.  But do I really need to keep the Heinlein books I read in high school?  And am I ever really and truly going to go back to those Standard Intermediate Arabic Workbooks? 

I think not.  Hang onto Shakespeare and Homer.  A lot of the rest can go to the public library.  I’m giving up the free shelving that I have in my Concord place and will rely on two bookcases that have been serving duty as shelves in one of the storage closets (which I’m also giving up).  I will start out with 171 inches of shelving space.  And I currently have over 370 inches worth of books. 

Of course, I can keep a lot of them in the closet in the smaller bedroom until I can get more, or at least taller, bookcases.  And then I can start collecting new books.  Or newer editions of old books. 

Movies... 

“Jeannie” was not feeling well last weekend, so I took the opportunity to go and see The Game.  It stars Michael Douglas, for whom “Jeannie” has developed a dislike.  It also stars Sean Penn, for whom I have always had a dislike. 

Douglas plays a San Francisco businessman, a millionaire who still lives in his deceased father’s house.  After all, it’s his duty to do so.  He’s very dutiful, placing the interests of the stockholders before his own.  He’s not as much concerned with his own money as he is with the employees’ pension plan. 

He eats his breakfast standing at the kitchen counter, so as not to inconvenience the housekeeper (played by a gracefully aging Caroll Baker).  His idea of a great dinner is a hamburger left to keep warm in the oven after the housekeeper has gone home.  Then his younger brother (Penn) gives him a gift for his birthday.  The gift is “The Game”.  It appears to be some sort of role-playing thing, and Douglas goes into it out of that same sense of duty to his brother. 

Then strange things start to happen.  “The Game” becomes an object lesson in how to become completely paranoid.  Douglas doesn’t quite know what’s going on and neither does the audience.  Is it a con job?  Are they after his money, or do they just want to drive him crazy?  Is his brother just a pawn, or is he the mastermind behind it all? 

I won’t give away any secrets except to say this:  In the end, the whole thing was really quite pointless.  And if any sibling of mine gave me a “gift” like this one, I’d feed their liver to the fishes.  While they were still using it. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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