stuff

It was nice to get away for the weekend.

I love dicea's family to bits and they have always made me feel welcome there.

I caught up on a lot of rest this weekend, which I know I needed and tried not to think too much on what all I need to get done this week.

Helped Boogie some with the making of the bed. Once again proving I am a danger, mostly to myself, with a hammer in my hands.

We stopped at a petco while we were out getting lumber for said bed. It took a lot for me to remind myself that Pennsic is in 3 weeks, I'm moving this week and I was NOT at home. They had a 2 year old black and white male cat that looked me in the eyes and I fell in love. Dicea agreed with me that he had the feel and attitude of my beloved Nicodemus. They also had puppies. Sheltie/Chihuahua mixes. So adorable and lovable and the one I held just looked at me, gave me a nod and fell asleep in my arms with the utter trust that only a puppy can have. *sigh*

In theory, right now my bedroom carpet is being installed. I can't begin to sing the praises of Boogie who got up early and went over to the Doma to meet them so I wouldn't have to redo my schedule again.

Tonight is packing, packing and packing. I am thinking to finish packing the kitchen tonight and throw yet more clothes into bags.

Tomorrow night a freecycle lady is, in theory, coming for the weight bench. I have stopped expecting freecycle people to show up, so I get pleasently surprised when they do. There is still stuff on the porch of the Doma from last weekend when a woman was supposed to come by and pick them up. I emailed her today and gave her until Wednesday morning to come get it. We shall see.

Wednesday, the 4th, the plan is to borrow the penske from Dicea's work and take it to the apartment to load up with as much little things as we can and take it over to the Doma. I also plan on moving the cats that day as well. Even though all three have been on "vacation" at the Doma for "Camp Grandma" while I've been at pennsic and the like in the past, I want to give them a couple days to get used to their new home before the stress of the move itself this weekend.

I am also hoping on Wednesday to FINALLY take the crafting stuff over to the old folks place so that it is out of the house and is one less thing to trip over or figure out how to manuever around Saturday.

I'm working extended hours this week so that I can have a half day on Friday. This will allow me to do a BJ's run for food for the weekend and get the Doma as ready as I can before people arrive for the move.

Note to friends coming this weekend: if you have not confirmed via email to me, please do so. I need to know what time to expect you, how many are coming and any other things that you think I should know.

Oh well, back to work.

ugh

as I stand in the spare room of my apartment, black bags of garbage to one side of me, clear bags of laundry to the other side of me, sewing gizmos behind me and a room full of crap in front of me I find myself thinking...

You know... the Doma is fully furnished. Do I really need or want this stuff anyway?

It would be so much easier just to bag it all and curb it on Thursday.

Yes it would be nice to just "start over" but then I think of the books that are on the far bookcase that I want because they are scribal or garb research. The glass unicorn my grandparents got me one year while they went on a trip to Mexico, the multitude of eeyores and wolves.

Then of course there is all the fabric waiting to be made into garb.

No, I can't just junk it all.

I will junk a lot of it. But not all.

While it will feel good at the moment. In the end I would be upset at the loss.

I have to remember to think long range, not instant gratification.

Besides... who needs to breathe?

The rose conversation

I was told I must confess this conversation I just had with myself:

me: what is this? (holds up thing to examine)
self: a dried rose
me: I can see that. Why do we have it?
self: because we got roses and we wanted to remember it
me: OK... who gave us the roses?
self:.... Ummmmmmm
me: You're telling me we have carted this bit of dried nature through at least 3 apartments and you can't remember who gave it to us?
self: Hold on, I'm thinking. Ummmmm
me: Right. Garbage. (said dried rose bit goes away)

Adds one more thing before vanishing for the night

It's not easy to pack up a room when the cats decide that that room is the perfect stadium for "poop hockey" and Talia has to defend her title.