packing. woohoo, so much fun. heh. there really isn’t that much to pack, it’s more a matter of figuring out what will go on the truck and what will go in my truck.
the cats are freaking out, of course. neither of them have been ‘on the move’ before and i’m wondering how seven hours in a crate is going to settle with them. images of pitiful cries the whole way… they can make some real noise when they want to… heh.
i remember driving with squeaker from louisiana to new jersey. but she had the whole ‘zazen’ mastered. i could let her out of the crate and she’d just curl up on the seat by me and go to sleep. i doubt seriously that either zen or kharma will be so mellow.
taking a short break to rest and stop sweating. dishes are washing pending their return to the box in which i purchased them. boy, am i glad i saved those boxes. it isn’t something i would usually do.
oh. i’m going to have to run out for newspaper as well. need something to pack the breakables in… just as well, i need to run by the post office, too.
thankfully, all is in place for utilities and such on both ends. so nothing to sweat there, just let it ride.
a brief thought of driving alone seven hours, but i’ll have the cell if i need it… and the truck has been very reliable. i’m sure all will be fine there. which is nice.
trying to decide if i want the artwork to ride with me or in the moving truck. initial thought was to take it with me, but i suspect lugging two of them down stairs is probably not wise. so… looks like the only things going with me will be the cats, the clothes, the computer, the inflatable mattress, blankets, and pillows. that makes it all much easier.
i’ll be ‘living rustic’ until the 20th, but it isn’t like i’ve never done that before… *chuckle*
i remember when i moved into this apartment… and had no bed. or furniture. or dishes. or pots and pans. just me, my clothes, the computer, some pillows and blankets, and a box of records, of old photos, and one of books.
i remember how happy i was to bring dishes and pots and pans home. to be able to cook again. and i remember how happy i was to get the foam ‘platform’ mattress. my poor hips were so badly bruised from sleeping on the floor that i could barely walk. arthritis isn’t very understanding of financial constraints.
oh, and the furniture. heh. i remember how giddy happy i was to have something to sit on other than the floor or the single, remaining item from ‘the good old days’, an Aeron chair i had splurged on once i figured out just how much time i would spend working at home.
it is nice to be comfortable. though i suspect most would look at ‘my possessions’ and gasp, ‘that’s all you have?’ i chuckle. western culture. oh my. but yes. and it is quite enough, thank you. especially when i am packing it.
which i should get back to…