Have you ever seen that scene in a movie where things are just so crazy and chaotic that when the phone starts ringing your heroine can't find the phone and gets more and more frantic as she digs through stuff sending papers and boxes and bottles of Windex flying until she finds it somewhere ridiculous like in the box of dog medications that was inadvertently left in the bathtub but by the time she is breathlessly shouting, hello hello-- the caller has hung up?
Yeah, me too.
(And for the record-- what a total crock-- like THAT would ever happen in real life!)
My things are packed and I've only got some last bits to wrap up before I am ready for the moving truck that arrives Wednesday morning. Plan is to pack it, park it-- and then Thursday morning we-- the guys in the truck, and me and the dogs in my car-- caravan down to Provy where my stuff is easily* transposed into its new setting.
Some of us are not at all happy about the disruption to our regular lives that the move has caused.
(side note: is it just me, or are Henry's brows getting white?)
I know there are those of you out there who love a good moving day-- but holy hell-- I am not among the ranks. Moving sucks. Surely there's a t-shirt that says as much.
But if you do have to move-- I highly recommend you become friends with the man who could teach Martha Stewart how to pack boxes. Yes, Forrest-- he is the reason all my stuff is packed--- and it gets better-- he ORGANIZED all my stuff so perfectly it is gonna be a dream on the other side when I unpack.
who thinks I am showing him how to use the lens on my camera
Yesterday and today were glorious-- high pressure, blue skies-- pretty pretty pretty-- but no photos have I. My one camera insists its memory card is full (total lie), the other isn't the one I want to use.
You know how we've said there should be more than one word for love? I think the same is true for tired. There has got to be more than one word for tired cause I am tired in a way that just exhausts me even trying to tell someone how flat I feel.
I think it's a time for a new dictionary--- it's a whole new world out there, people-- and our vocabulary is weak and limited. Bring on the new words-- let's make this puppy sing!
*hey, once a drowsy fabulist, always a drowsy fabulist