Sunday, November 22, 2009

Nightmares, and a dream come true

One month from today, I'll be in my new home. Somewhere between now and then, I have to get straight enough in the old one to leave it liveable for the remaining resident, and equip the new one from a distance ready for the big move weekend. The awkwardness of the entrance in both houses is causing headaches: I had to measure carefully to make sure that the new beds will fit through the narrow doorway and along the entrance hallway.

Sitting room furniture turned into a real nightmare. After hours of complicated trigonometry to work out the biggest dimensions in all directions that could be squeezed in, I was forced to conclude that nursery furniture and beanbags were the only things likely to fit. But then I discovered an outfit that makes sitting room furniture in modular, self assembly packages, with a money-back guarantee to fit. So I have ordered a whacking great settee/sofabed and a bum-and-a-half sized armchair, in the gleeful prospect of stretching out in comfort with a book when the hassle of the move is finally behind me.

The next cause for concern is the piano. I can't really play it beyond busking nursery rhymes, but I can't imagine living in a house without it. I'm in touch with some specialist piano movers, so if it can be done, they'll do it. I wonder if you can dismantle a piano, move it, and then reassemble it, like Ikea furniture? Probably not...

Having an industrial size family means that I have a workforce to call on for the actual move. I hope that sons and daughters can be distributed at each end of the journey, loading and unloading cargo (mostly books, of course) while I have only the chore of moving a hired van up and down the M1 a few times. Which reminds me - I need to book a van-hire.

If I intended a nice orderly run down of work here, it is
not turning out that way. I'm doing my best to make sure that colleagues can handle the things that need doing, and putting arrangements in place to cover all my students, but I worry that things will be left undone or unplanned for when I leave. I'm sure no-one is indispensable, and they will do very well without me. Almost weekly, I find myself doing something for the last time, and there are so many aspects of my work I'll miss. Watching my students graduate in York Minster a couple of weeks ago was one such occasion. (Please note that the chap on the pedestal watching us is Constantine, instigator of the Nicene Council: a most appropriate interloper for a meeting of theologians.)

At the same time, I'm slowly starting to pick up tasks associated with my new job. At present it's little more than doing lesson plans and thinking through some teaching strategies, but there are already a few departmental matters that I have considered, and in the next few weeks until the end of term, I hope to become gradually more engaged. It still feels a little like a dream come true, but as I do more, it is starting to feel real. I owe my predecessor in the post a good deal for his generous welcome and thoughtful inclusion into the department.

Between now and then, I am breaking the habit of a lifetime and throwing a party. A surprisingly large number of friends, colleagues and family are joining me for drinks, nibbles and a film at the local arthouse cinema to celebrate the end of the old and the start of the new, and with one of those scary birthdays coming up shortly as well, it seemed that if I was ever going to have a party, this was a good time to do it.

All this excitement means that other projects have been temporarily relegated in importance. I have a burning urge to do some writing towards a resource collection, but time in appropriate quantities for such an undertaking is hard to find just now. I'm horribly conscious that I have neglected the offspring and my lover, and I'm dying to see them all over the holiday to get a bit of serious mothering in. So much to do, so little time...