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Tuesday, September 04, 2007
aauuughhhhh
no news about The House. There are legal maneuverings underway but I'm not holding my breath.
Meanwhile, T just came home from a Boy Scout meeting with the news that a hike has been scheduled into the weekend during which we were going to be moving the last of our belongings out of this house and transferring ourselves for good and all to my parents'. Well, not for good and all. For until we are convinced that the real estate market is not going to help us magically find a house we can both live in and afford in our county, and we find a place to rent and get out of my parents' hair. Anyway. Did you catch that? I thought I had THREE weeks before we moved, but nooo, I have two. LESS than two, because today is Tuesday. TEN DAYS would be a more accurate way of putting it.
Please excuse me while I panic.
You know what's hardest? Even harder than the complications caused by the fact that the few things on The Spreadsheet that were left in the ASAP group have now been pretty much merged with the early-September group as well as the Last Wave group? Is that I am going to have to figure out which books I want to do without for something on the order of an entire... week. Or close to two. Of course I wouldn't be reading every book on my precious (channeling Smeagol) bookshelves in the next ten days, but I like to have all of my options open at all times just in case. What if eleven PM next Wednesday is the perfect psychological moment in which I will be able to pick up War and Peace and finally, after many many failures, actually get into it and read beyond those interminable soirées at the beginning? The moment will pass and it will be another fifteen or twenty years before the stars realign to favor that event! What if I find myself checking into the hospital for some dire and completely unforeseen problem (meningitis? broken limb?) and all of my Anne books are at my parents', out of my reach, so I actually have to read a magazine while I wait for someone to bring me one? huh? huh?
OK, so the Annes stay until the very last minute and that is final.
Also, I should not be sitting here typing right now; I should be packing something. But not the books.
Comments
Heh. The majority of my books are in storage for at least three years. I had to choose which ones to take abroad and which were going to languish somewhere in a storage closet in Arizona. Try that for trauma.
At least part of it was easy: leaving four college degrees' worth of textbooks home.
Posted by: dichroic at September 5, 2007 01:08 AM
heehee you crack me up! But you have my sympathy...wish I could come over and help pack!
Posted by: Denise at September 5, 2007 03:00 PM
You CAN'T pack the Annes! At least not all of them! Keep one out for emergencies...
Posted by: Kat with a K at September 5, 2007 06:47 PM
