This move was painful, physically and psychologically. Muscles just don't do this kind of work any more...and my body complained. But the biggest surprise was how my mind just went into freeze several times an hour. Then of course there were a few times when I blew my top without much reason. Ask my son about that.
|After first load, or maybe second, on Friday....you can still see the carpet!|
But my wonderful crew all had a major handicap of pouring rain over 99% of the time...and it was cold...unless you were lugging furniture or a few zillion boxes.
I have moved more than most people have in their lives. At least 25 times.
I'll try to count the places again when I'm falling asleep.
|My ancient TV is hooked up to cable again...now if only there's something broadcast I want to watch!|
What was I doing now? I think I've been overwhelmed most by getting up to go get exactly one thing, and being waylaid by about 30 others, and sometimes forgetting completely what I started to do.
But the good news is that I've started the 30 other things, and maybe finished one.
And I keep coping with not knowing where things are packed...so a paper towel was the coffee cone filter this morning.
|Just a few golden leaves at early morning sunshine|
Quote for today:
One morning, I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas, I’ll never know.