Madison Town Column: Madison Library is open by appointment

One of my least favorite things to do is pack up a house and move. By the time things are packed up in boxes ready to load up in a trailer, one takes a minute to look back and admire their work, only to notice that just about every box has the word “fragile” on it. Only then does it dawn on you that your talents for such a job never actually existed, because there’s no way everything will remain whole throughout the trip to its final destination.

Yes, I’d say that moving is about as pleasurable as an abscess tooth, and as luck would have it, the almighty granted me both simultaneously. Mixed with the curiously entertaining procedure of chasing chickens around my back yard to load up into dog crates for their move, and soon after seeing yet another one of my dogs posted to social media after she fled from the new house to meet neighbors 5 miles away. It is sufficient enough to say that although the flip of the calendar from September to October is a routine task, I took great pleasure of sending September off into memory, hopefully, not having to repeat any of it in the near future.