Counting down to M day

Well, Monday is moving day. The day we look forward to with dread, horror and relief. I think we're in good shape, but it's hard to tell. People who have moved and haven't completely blocked the memory can relate to the phenomenon of you keep putting stuff in boxes and the rooms just don't look any different; there's still stuff everywhere. We've moved past that point, but yet, we did come home from a delightful outing today and managed to stuff the bed of the pickup for yet another dump run. Tomorrow we have people coming over for my sewing and craft tables. The woman who answered the ad has 11 children. Eleven. There will also be people coming over for the weight bench and all of the day to day dishes and glasses. It's cheaper to buy new, and I'm tired of them all, anyway. The idea of lightning the load is appealing, but I have to tell you, it's been difficult. We have to keep reminding ourselves that just because we've had it forever, or it belonged to someone's parent(s) or it was a gift, it's not that person. You can remember that person without keeping their stuff. It's been harder than I thought it would be.

We got out of the house today. We drove up to Richmond and had lunch with a friend I made in the 80's in DC. We were house mates the summer I interned at the EPA. We were in Georgetown, which is the coolest part of DC. It was the best summer. We had lunch in the cafe of the Gintner Botanical Gardens. It was really fun catching up, seeing her husband again and meeting her daughter. Jim and I did not have time to tour the gardens, but it looks like a place worth returning to.


Sunday or Monday I'll be unplugging the cable modem which will kill internet and phone service for us. Our cell only works sporadically in the house, so if you can't reach us, don't worry, we're just off the grid. Hopefully we'll have better cell service in South Carolina. My cell phone might as well be a Twinkie here.