Thank you summer
for arriving in your full humid, sweaty glory on moving day! I nearly passed out from my own stink.
Two trailer loads down, four to go. Man. We have a LOT of shit.
Too pooped for coherent thought, missed the boat on a father’s day post, overwhelmed with gratitude that we got this beautiful house where love drips freely from the faucets and vibrates from every wall, wishing I could wiggle my nose and be finished with the old, unhappy house instantly.
Life is good. My legs hurt. Substance later.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
June 21st, 2006 at 5:57 am
I am so happy you’ve found a place you love! You’ll be all moved in no time. And the old place will sell. The old place has to sell. Good luck!
June 21st, 2006 at 9:31 am
Pictures?!
June 22nd, 2006 at 9:13 am
I hear that. When we went to move our apt. from NYC to Conn., it was just me and Ryan — down one flight of stairs, into the van and up three flights of stair. All. on. the. same. day. It was 95 degrees and between having to move the van around the block on 9th ave every 5 minutes, running up and down the stairs, I was a sweaty, disgusting, runny mess. gross. it will be over soon, though!