A "half-a-versary"

If you ever want to send Boris over the edge, just refer to the one-year anniversary of something. The redundant phrase really bugs him. So, imagine my quandry when I looked at the calendar today and realized that something extra special happened just six months ago. Knowing that referring to this as our six-month anniversary might just about do him in, I just stated the facts: We picked up the moose six months ago today.

"It's our half-a-versary," he replied.

This from a guy who's a stickler for the English language? Well, I say, let's go with that!

We have much to celebrate on this half-a-versary. Without really knowing that's what we were doing, our approach this last six months has been pretty systematic. First, we got comfortable with Bullwinkle by getting out as much as we could on our own. Then, we introduced the cats to their rolling home with a couple of short trips. Thanksgiving gave us all a taste of life on the road for nearly 10 days. (We loved it!) Finally, we hooked the squirrel to the moose and experienced life on the road with a toad.

All that happened in just 40 overnights over six months.

And, in our spare time, we've emotionally disconnected from our jobs and managed to purge our household of many items that have outlived their usefulness, and we have a plan in place for what to do with the rest. We're getting our house ready to sell - Boris spent time with a plumber and HVAC repair guy today to get some essential pre-sale prep items addressed. With the holidays behind us, we're making real progress.

Where might we be six months from now, when we celebrate our first anniversary? (That's the way you say it!) If all goes well, we'll be free of our house and our jobs and on the road...somewhere.

We're halfway there. And, we can't wait.