Miles and Miles and Miles

  My husband is on his way to Colorado Springs again, driving his prized BMW Z-1.  Our move would be much simpler if someone didn't own so many cars.  But then someone has a lot of pets, so we're calling it even.
  My husband has a lot of traveling to do this weekend.  Tucson to Colorado Springs, to California, back to Colorado Springs and then to Tucson.  Then he packs and flies to Paris.  He racked up the miles when he was working in London so that when I came to visit him there, I got to fly First Class or Business.  (What an experience.  I'm spoiled forever for Coach.)  So once again he'll collect some more miles.
  Me-I'm already starting the process of deciding what's going into storage, what's getting sold or donated and what I'll take to Colorado Springs.  I'm getting very brutal about it too.  If it hasn't been used in a year, it's gone.
  When M was in the Air Force, we were always aware of what we had when it came to leaving.  We were allotted so many pounds of household goods.  If you went over that amount you had to pay for the difference.  Moving is expensive no way around it-even if you're doing it yourself.  (Do it Yourself moves lead to divorce, if you ask me.)
  This move is trigging all kinds of memories.  Things always happen, despite the best planning.  I have learned to roll with it.  Barring that, there's liquor that needs drinking because the movers won't pack it.

My husband's beloved BMW Z-1 he bought in England and had shipped to Tucson.  I've never driven it.