Our days of living in Sedona are numbered, and, the last day being May 31st, the number is 47. Near-ironically, we are going to see a movie whose title is the number 42. It’s playing at the Harkins Sedona 6. It is about Jackie Robinson, who broke the color barrier in major league baseball, and whose number, 42, has been universally retired, to honor the game-changing event and the sterling character of the man who made it possible, meanwhile enduring slings, arrows, epithets and death threats with his head held high.

Moving from one dwelling place to another is a different kind of tribulation. In the early 21st Century it involves Internet shopping, real estate agent finding, location scouting, offer making, lender finding, contract writing, termite inspection, everything-else inspection, appraisal, contract rewriting, electronic signature filing, and a myriad of other devilish details, including a ton of hurry-up-and-wait. Finally it is all transferred/payment-booked, and key-conferred–and then the REAL work begins: the conversion of the diamond in the rough to the fulfillment of the owner’s dream. (Well, some percentage of the dream, anyway.)

Here are the words to the triple acrostic:

Modern ways to migrate may dismay
An agony of details over escrow’s imbroglio
Keybox removal brings vast relief & you
Enjoy ower/owner’s onus with expanse of sweat-equity’s labor

There’s also a hidden word-acrostic in the middle: Migrate Over Vast Expanse.

Moving right along…