No New Arrivals this week, and unlikely to be in the next few weeks either, unless you want to count the day the movers arrive in Portland with the 130+ boxes of books that now sit, packed and ready to go, in the garage.
The movers come tomorrow morning to start packing the house. No matter how prepared we’ve tried to get, we keep thinking – at 2 am – of things still to do before they arrive. We’re both terrified: of forgetting something, of messing things up, of getting there and finding problems, of the chaos, of then having to sell the CA house long distance, you name it. After my 6th, or is it 9th, nearly sleepless night, and hers too, we are practically zombies. No, not that kind.
We thought at some point this was going to be fun, exciting, thrilling. So far it’s only been difficult and frightening. The way it’s looking now, the car we’re driving north will look like one of those dust bowl fugitive’s vehicles, piled high inside and out with stuff we have to have in hand (meds, money, some valuables, things the movers won’t touch, etc.), even a couple of plants we don’t want to leave or toss.
It’s raining, which I better get used to, and I still have yard work to finish up today.
Wife had a nice visit with her daughter, who drove up from San Diego yesterday. They will miss being nearby. Me? I’d miss normal life, but you can’t miss something you can’t remember.