Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son.
-- Dean Vernon Wormer
Living out of boxes is no way to go through life, either.
Summers are busy here in the Wisconsin Northwoods. We have the weekly newspaper and I also manage another weekly south of here. Starting with Memorial Day, we put out a magazine every two weeks to welcome visitors to God's Country. We have our own special sections and we have regional editions.
It is a busy time.
Sadly, that's meant my efforts at unpacking have slowed. Which is a nice way of saying I haven't been unpacking -- either my boxes or my burdens. Since at least May.
That will change Saturday, even though I'll spend my morning taking photos of a race that includes 2,000 bicycle riders though the gently rolling hills of the Northwoods.
Then I'll visit one of the local history museums to get an armful of historical photos to publish with our Time Machine column, a favorite feature of most newspapers where we recap stories from the past.
After that, I'll probably take some photos at our local Oktoberfest, where the feast is cooked by a retired, Bavarian-trained chef named Maximillion. (He has referred to a competitor as having Scheiße wienerschnitzel. Shit.)
Then, then I'll return home to restart the unboxing process.
The truth is I love my job and any chance I have to cover my community I'll not just take but enjoy.
But I will also reconcentrate efforts to unbox.
Home needs to be a refuge rather than an afterthought. I need my cooking equipment so I can have over hungry friends. I also need to feel comfortable in my confines.
Here's to serious unpacking as the summer season cools.
Peace unto Ukraine and peace and an unboxed life unto you my brothers and sisters.