Saturday morning and I was awake at 6:30, but when one falls asleep at
11, this is to be expected. I knewknewknew I had a long day ahead of
me, which made getting out of my beautifully cozy bed that much more
difficult. The duvet is heaven to me. I think I roll around in bed
during sleep just because it's so comfortable and I get more "feel" out
of it.
I did finally get up though, and felt overwhelmed. I don't know how I will clean the carpet with all these boxes strewn
about; some full, others half-full, many boxes still flat. I'd start in one section, move the another before I was finished and continue this
process everywhere. Eventually I'd come across my first task, "oh,
yeah! That's what I was doing!" only to leave it minutes later. I was
also distracted by music..wanting to find that perfect "packclean" tune.
Then, Rich called from Cedar West, the rental agency. I knew he'd was
going to tell me that I couldn't stay in that house because Landlord
dude had called and told him I had walked away from him...Finally, somehow, my groove started grooving... Boxes where packed, I tore down the gazebo, which
reminded me of the Hips show in Santa Cruz
when the first gazebo collapsed due to snow. Such a lovely evening...
My car wouldn't make it up the hill do to snow, so I parked and walked
up with Mabi, who had accompanied me to the show. I used the recip saw
on the gazebo, then used it to cut up wood so I could burn. I feel so
much more alive when I'm outside doing physical labor (not that packing
isn't physical but it's boring as hell).
Eventually, the darkness began to fall, so I started loading up the bus
so I could do some storage facility runs. At this point, I swore I
heard music coming from Emmitt's house...RAP music, which meant he had
to be dead and his offspring were in there. I texted Brent then saw he
had three lovely candles in front of his door-blue, white and red in
honor of the killings in Paris. This man. I will miss him so much. He
has been the best neighbor I've ever had...they all have. Brent came
over and once we determined Emmitt wasn't dead, he offered to help me move on Monday
with his parents! I am in complete and utter awe that I have so many
people offering to help me move, usually people run the other way. I
shall take them up on their offer on the 30th, because packing up this whole
house has been a chore: the storage facility is almost full.I made two storage runs in Lizzie. I noticed the Lion's Club across the street was have some sort of festivity with live music; heard a little Lynyrd Skynyrd. My body is done... I burnt my finger when I was distracted with Mabi and picked up the HOT metal cover for the fire, plus I only bent my knees once to pick up and that was the very last box I loaded, so my back hurts. Home to split pea soup which has been cooking all day and now, a hot soak with Epsom and lavender. What a day. Tomorrow has more in store. Fun.
Pictures: A break from packing before I headed outside, thank god for Dennis's Dirty Impound; My dad's key/change holder from my childhood. It sits on my fridge just like when I was a kid; I did NOT use my knees today; Hipnic, Site 9 stuff. Sadly the decorations had to go (though I kept the owl!). The wood I'll burn at my new home; No more gazebo,
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