The First Step

12/12/2012

Olena and I walked around the lake in Ridgefield each night, as was our custom of almost ten years. Every one of our friends who walked with us knows that Max enjoyed those walks as much as we did. On one of our walks roughly one thousand ninety-five days before this story began (aka 3 years ago) Max arrived at a plan to reinvent our lives. Max said, "I have no mortgage, no light bill, I don't shovel snow. Why not be reasonable and do it my way? My plan would include relocating to a warmer climate". The last part of the sales pitch made me a bit suspicious since I know he enjoyed the cold wind enormously, but the rest of the argument was so persuasive; we decided to give it a go.

Max The Wonder Dog

We invite you to this blog and welcome your comments. A lover of writing has warned us that the blog must not include the mundane aspects of travel. We won't tell you what we ate for breakfast. No one will want to know the temperature on the beach when the reader might be shivering in a New England Nor'easter. It may not be easy to leave out commentary on footwear shopping. Flip-flops are an art form these days, but our friends may be wearing fur boots so we will leave that out too. In return for the creative writing that we will share with you we request that you be polite in your comments. Please no profanity, no matter how many times the snow plow pushes hardened slush in front of your driveway.

Everything has now been done. The house has been sold, our belongings are safely stored away, the car is packed. Max is going with us in spirit.
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