well. everything except odds and ends of the kitchen, the bathroom, and of course, the computer are packed and ready to roll.

heh. decided to keep an ongoing series for this day through tomorrow. let’s see… quarter of 9 and the back room and most of the living room are boxed and ready to go, as are all linens and clothing, books, shoes, and knick knacks. whew. i think i’ve earned a short break. going to run what errands remain to be run and then, back for more!

up early, back to packing. heh. started to get excited again. the truck arrives tomorrow and i’ll be hitting the road the morning of the 16th.

thoughts on knowledge, pandora’s box, and related themes of insight…

written while contemplating images of my son at 25… i have not seen him since he was 11.

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.

odd thoughts. ruminating on things. weird week percolating. packing. restless.

doing laundry, packing, and trying to avoid the opening bars of weird week. not succeeding.

another call from my daughter. they met at the mall, had dinner together, and she is now on her way to something else.

my daughter is in contact with my son. they are half-siblings, from different marriages. the story is long and fraught with pain. she called me to tell me they are going to meet. this will be the first time she has had contact with him in over ten years.