I canNOT seem to get motivated. I have too much to do, and the lists are so daunting that I haven’t done anything, really, in the last two days. Been catching up on sleep. Have been spinning. (I’m making a sweater out of handspun and I ran out, so I really needed to do production spinning.)
When I was sick last week, I didn’t clean the house. There is still a pile of kleenex next to my side of the bed, and the stack of dirty clothes is making me crazy. I look around the house and think PACK! Get boxes! (Anyone got any boxes?) PACK, for the love of Christ!
But ohmygod, are we really moving? Will they really give us a house? How can we pack when we don’t know that for sure? I hate the fear behind the word "escrow" even though I love having the ability to be in it. Well, hell. I suppose if I totally pack, and the bottom falls out, then I can unpack and know where everything is.
Packing. Sigh. I love unpacking.
All this talk about packing has got me thinking about other things, and I’m cracking myself up. Ahem. (Did anyone else see Jon Stewart the other night, with his discussion of the political taint? Heh.)
Also: The wedding planning. ACKKKKK. Every time I start to get serious about doing something for the move, I open the computer and start to think about things for the wedding. Note that I didn’t say I start to DO things for the wedding, because I don’t. I go online, look at invitations, and then close the computer, overwhelmed.
Here are the things I know I need to do:
Order white lights to decorate
Do I need to rent glassware? I’m thinking plastic, yo. My peeps are humble stock.
Oh, the list goes on. I can’t think of it all right now. You who know this stuff: We have the hall, we have the band, we need the photographer and the invitations, we have the food/drink worked out if sketchy. What the hell am I forgetting that needs to be done right now, three months to go?
Oh, besides the dress. Shut up. Smart ass. I’m working on it! (The skirt is done — yippee!.) And what about the veil? And the shoes.
MOVING! See how I work my way away from packing? Erg.
It’s all good, though. Really good.
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