It is not too soon in this muggy summer season to complete the gridiron disappointments to come. In that number, I naturally include my beloved Wolverines, the perennial disappointments of the Detroit Lions, and the abject failure of the Washington Redskins.

Rather than a man in motion, it has been a decade for some, and multiple decades of fans in emotional motion. Usually down, though not always, which is why we all come back in morbid curiosity.

But for now, no one has lost the National Championship on the first game of the season, the playoffs are not slipping away, and for the moment, all is right with the world.

I spent the afternoon Saturday dozing by the pool. My former neighbor and prospective land-lord, State Department Sue, is blowing through town in a flurry of between-overseas-tours motion. She informed me that she is available to ink the lease this morning, so deferring the trip to the farm to see her, and solidify the Plan seemed acceptable.

Accordingly, I am at Big Pink instead of taking a few days to get organized at the farm. I wanted to be away, since the Appraiser is coming to assess the value of the unit I think I have sold.

That is a matter of conjecture until the current value of the unit is established by whatever arcane calculus they are using this month. We will see, but I have to have the place in apple pie order and was going to do that, ink the deal and get out of town.

Except I forgot the moving lady is coming at ten tomorrow morning to schedule the dispersal of the rest of the assorted crap that is so artfully placed around the staged unit.

I cannot break up the symmetry of the view just yet, not until the clear value of this marvelous property is demonstrated to the anonymous assessor.

So, a down-and-back this afternoon and early tomorrow morning will make me the man in motion between city and country, and railing about the delicious stupidity of our society will just have to wait.

Why we are hearing so much about George Zimmerman and so little about the pervasive corruption of our government is quite beyond me. It is interesting that the threads that link the two narratives tell exactly the story of a system that is spiraling quite out of control.

This morning the number of topics that demonstrate that theorem is almost too juicy for words, but I am going to let it slide.

Oh, and the marvelous poem my pal Old Jim penned had precisely the ambiguous effect I had hoped for, but for those who inquired, please do not be alarmed. Things are fine here, and the “last day” referred only to a minor career moment to be commemorated, not anything world changing.

There is enough of that going on elsewhere.

If I do not get to a story tomorrow, it is only a feature of being a Man in Motion for a couple days, and nothing at all to be concerned about. I will keep you posted, as if any of us needed more information about anything.

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