Grab your wand, Mickey, we have crested the peak of The Forever Move! Though when I walked out of the old place with three crammed suitcases and flung them into Lorelai, I was wishing for half a dozen of those broom-men to do the schlepping.
There is a large pile of Lovely Clothing to be shared; I will drop it off on my way to work tomorrow. I also pitched a smaller pile of Things I Finally Admit That I Will Never Mend. Tomorrow morning before seminary, or possibly in the middle of the night, I’ll go back and pull the boxes out of the closet, and there will be very little left to pack in my room. My friend MA is coming to help tomorrow night, and she has a pickup truck. So we ought to be able to get all the boxes transferred over here, and then I can help LittleBit muster the last of her stuff.
She had to work last night and is still at work tonight. I just paged her: Marco? to see if she’s ready for me to go get her. I am more than ready to go to bed. [But I will have to hang up two suitcases’ worth of clothing first; I only now brought over two boxes of hangers from the old place.] She has to work tomorrow night as well, but Friday and Saturday she is *mine*. We lost over three hours of prime packing time last Saturday to the first round of auditions for All State Choir.
When I pulled out of the parking lot here to make a second trip to the old place, the moon was rising behind a scrim of clouds, one of which was shaped vaguely like New Jersey. No, I didn’t have my camera with me. You know me better than that!
I’m going to see how much I can hang up before my cell phone rings. And then I do believe I shall sit down and knit awhile.
Yesterday the unthinkable happened: I ran out of chart at work before I ran out of knitting time! I had only taken Chart G for the first part of the wing, and I finished it at lunch. Thankfully, the Sabbath Scarf was in my other bag, so I did not have to sit and twiddle my thumbs until it was time to go back to my desk.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!